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Taking a moment to feel myself,
Tired making them happy in their shelves,
Now that when the soul doesn't know itself,
Searching my smile, my heart delves.
Lost somewhere deep inside.
Crucially dark, what is this feeling?
Something hopeless, but I'm dealing.
Still the bruises leads to your absence,
Ending to yours hopeless ambiance.
But I can't blame it upon you,
Cause the bruises has me in its view.
Though in this pain I can't quit,
But somewhere I hope I'd make it.
Piyush Sharma Jul 26
Yesterday I tried to pray,
Though i didn't knew what I'd say.
I'm at home still it feels so far away,
I just feel like giving up and just walk away.
Walk away from all of my judged fate.
Like I'm empty and walking through hate.
Like I'm tired but somehow breathing,
Like with time I feel my heart's seizing.
For the one's who have fought so well in life from every hurdle and now when you've almost reached your end you feel like giving up because you're tired, just know that if you stop here all of your fight would be best for nothing, and I know the ending is neither easy nor beautiful, but trust me the end is both. The end is the beginning of your success. Don't give up!
I tried to replicate the struggle in this poetry, hope you relate.
Piyush Sharma Jul 14
It's just the beginning, but it feels so long,
Even if I'm right, I feel so wrong.
I live in darkness even when I have light,
Why's life making my pieces crumble in this fight.
Still I don't know what's going on...?
What happened that went so wrong...?
I keep running but wish to slow down,
Why's everyone running behind the crown...?
Why not calm down, take a moment to feel the breeze,
Why not find peace and live in its ease...?
I wrote a poem for the people who've been through or going through depression, anxiety. A time when there are in-numerous why's...
I might not exactly relate but I really tried and gave my best.
Hope y'all like it.
  Jul 12 Piyush Sharma
what does it feel like to be held
not by another body
not by a set of limbs, a chest, a chin
by another soul

what does it feel like
to see truth in another pair of eyes
instead of hidden intentions
instead of absence

what does it feel like
to hear a familiar heartbeat
resounding next to your own
reaching through skin
through bone
two rhythms

what does it feel like
to write poems about
a love that exists
Piyush Sharma Jul 12
I still crumble every day every night,
Still finding a way to some light.
All these days have been gone so wrong,
All I've done is write things all alone.
I behave ******* and really do hate this skin,
Do **** then apologize for the sin.
It's hard to admit but I had to commit.
It ain't all right, but I can't help it.
I don't know but I can't run anymore,
Cause all it does is make me fear till the shore.
Part of me wanted to write it and post and part of me was afraid to do so.
Piyush Sharma Jun 27
May be its tough,
Deep down so unknown, so rough.
Too much hate, empty love,
I miss it, but i know now... ITS ALL BLUFF.
Something happened, something cruel,
Still you laugh, you smile, you giggle.
Though it made you empty inside,
Still you want to ignore and keep the truth aside.
Are you weak, or you need time,
And see me go down,.. keep making rhymes,
Incognito but I can feel the essence,
But the essence's getting faint,
And now there's no sense for any of your rain.
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