The problem is always
With the"nice people",
Who are just nice.
Nothing more,
Nothing less.

It's a universal thing,
Those who tend to care for everyone,
Always stays in the last place for everyone...

Your new version is pretty and tough,
Your changes make me proud enough,
But something inside me tried to peep,
That old little innocent silly blooming you, which is already buried so deep.

Now that I'm seeing it without searching for any meaning,
The world doesn't seem that bad.

There was a pink bud,
Out in the garden,
Two days passed, and soon it bloomed,
Bright and beautiful,
Shined all the time for two days,
And the time had come,
And it loses its shine along with its life,
What it said was, "bloom when you have to, shine when you can. "

In my life poetry,
Is the only place where I've full liberty.
Liberty of thinking and Conveying,
Conveying without any hesitation and fear.
Fear of being judged.
Judged by those who never understood me.

Everything around me
Is just going in the lapse,
Quite opposite of what we've been taught.

I wanna be free
I wanna be safe

Do they comply?

I'm home, I'm safe,
I'm happy??

When I leave
My body,
If there's is a soul,
In my body,
They wouldn't have much inconvenience,
Adjusting
In
A
Smaller Coffin.....

Every morning when I wake up,
I remind myself of some advice,
If something is desirable and appealing
To your eyes,
Then please think twice.

At first, I thought it was unfair,
That when I was most humble,
I met the hostile,
When I was determined to change,
I met the most humble,
Then I realised it was never about fair or unfair,
It was always a matter of choice.
We all are built uniquely,
If we change we should be a satisfactory change.

I regret letting you know me,
I liked it when we were strangers.

In the broad daylight,
I hide my big dreams,
Protect them from critics,
Further my inside voices,
When I am with you,
I share my little dark thoughts,
For you to say 'It's Okay'
Bringing down my guilt sense,
When I reveal my hidden dreams,
Eyes closed hoping you'll buy them,
My eyes widened,
wonderstruck when you hopped in joy,


Oh my 'You believe them'.

You don't need a big breakdown,
To become stronger,
There are many small invisible,
Pieces of glass,
Which rip your skin apart,
Without leaving a scar,
But the pain you survive,
Makes your WILL stronger...

I'm writing this,
When I don't know what to write.

To
The
People
I've hated,
For a
Moment,
I dropped my
Judgments,
Widened my
Brain,
Took a swirl
Into your shoes,
Made fake
Scenarios,
Imagined your side of
Life,
Now I
Don't know
If I ever hated you
Or will ever hate
Anyone.

I don't do drugs,
But I feel high.
I'm not ashamed,
But I feel shy.
I am brave,
But I do cry.
I am no bird,
But I wanna fly,
Touch the sky,
Very high.
But the sky,
Is a lie,
I thought as I lye.
Things I've half done begun to pry,
Before I give up and sigh,
I know I must give it a try.
Before I regret it all and eventually die,
Under the sky,
Which I know is a lie,
I will go and give it a try.

People who have a wonderful place in my heart, and memory,
I'm curious if they remember me,
Like I remember them.

I've got clarity,
So, I'm at peace.

I'm at peace,
So, I got some clarity.

What is it papa?
Oh That my princess, it's an aeroplane,

Papa, I want one aeroplane, please.
Ooh, do you? Tomorrow you will have one I promise,

Papa, look plane plane, flying flying.
Yes now turn around, look there,
Wow papa, it's a plane plane, is it real,
Yes I just grabbed it from sky for you,
How papa are you a super hero?
Hahaha yes my little doll as long as you believe so,
Woooh, Papa let's fly,
Yess let's fly hohoooo,

Papa this is not real plane,
Yes beta it wasn't,
Why did you lie,I really thought you could fly,
Sorry beta, I wanted to be your superhero at least for some time.

No papa, you are wrong,
I know,
No superhero can be my dad. Now come let's play.

I wanted to be kind,
I became a coward.

It takes something more than curiosity and enthusiasm,
We need much more audacity and bravery to explore and embrace new,

  As I thought
I need to have some nerve,
To jump into the verve.

Someone said beauty is a choice,
I agree,
Smile or not it's your choice now.

Someone admirable told me that,
"Never be ashamed of who you are, then comes who you wanna be"

I know a little bit of everything,
But nothing seems to be mine,
I'm a little part of everyone,
no one seems to be mine.

But it's fine,
I'm mine.

The enchanting view of those gorgeous trees,
Showered in rain;
damped with twinkling drops on greeny leaves,
The glittering river turning in fancy ways,
As if it's blushing when tingled by golden sun rays,
I could sense the warmth of these cool breezes,
Which are soothing me and blowing off my unspecified tears....
This wonderful view enlightened my heart ,
they have set me calm and now
I'm alright......

Once there was a little child,
Full of innocence, away from evil and wild,
Playing and singing,
Naughty and Everyone's favourite,
Like Little pure dove,
Who knew nothing except emitting love,
Little did the poor one ever know,
It wasn't gonna be all sunshine and rainbow.
The heaven-like home was turning into havoc,
For once they acted like everything is fine
Soon
Little one's feeling was no one's concern,
Tried so hard but had no love to earn,
Havoc started to spread and home was echoed with shouting,
It grew even bigger when the little one was sobbing,
Blames and flames were prying the halls,
The little one stopped crying outside the four tiled walls,
Half the family is torn apart,
The most favourite person left with the least love,
Not even considering little dove,
Questions were unanswered and crying made it worse,
Between the Cold Wars and the adult world curse,
With little cloth in hand, crouched on the bathroom ground,
Turned the tap on, and now the cloth in my mouth,
In silence and On a hard cool floor,
Little one permits its eyes to pour.
Little one grew up into an adult,
And knows exactly how this world is dealt,
And even then occasionally the little cloth helps...

Life- problems
Single - lonely
Lonely - depressed
Solution - Relation
Relation - love
Love - compromise, understanding, change, impressing, giving 200%
No peace - breakup
Break up - heartbreak
Heartbreak - pain
Pain - Move on

🙄🙄Better stay single forever.

Have you ever felt
Like you are absorbing the calmness,
Just like a sponge absorbs water,
Entering through each pore,
My inner voices are silenced,
It's so good, I'm rejoicing it,
So this is how peace feels like.

Painful are not those people,
Painful are those words,
And it's not like I can't use those words,
It's just that I have a  bruised heart.

Although I remembered my path will lead to you,
And yet
That day I was focused and also lost,
Abruptly  my mind was blank,
That moment's conjuring blocked my way,
Those bright colours and fragrances,
Made me  fall,
Were there any thoughts or memories --no not at all,
And I left you in that city mall,
Forever

Easier to say that I'm the same,
But how could someone be...
Everyone wants my better version,
But I shouldn't change me..
It sounds so impossible,
I'm changing every moment,
Every moment drives me to change,
Once I was waiting for my birthday,
Now I'd never like to grow up,
How could I cope with this speedy world,
Without being changed...

So good at your job,
You've made me very disciplined,
The disciplines you've thought me,
Makes me a good charactered, bound by rules women.
It may sound harsh dear society,
But the discipline you trained me through,
Are more futile than my nostrils,
You've trapped me with rules,
Rules stronger than those metallic chains,
Locked me with the awards-named character, chastity, innocence, and ideal.

I'm so slow-witted to realise that now,
But it's never too late I'm awakened now,
I promise you no matter how much you try to scare,
I'm going to break every one of the rules,
You can keep your rewards- the hell who cares,
I was never meant to be an ideal,
I'm a little crazy since birth,
20 years is been enough,
Now I got my keys.
You'll be flabbergasted soon,
Just try me.

When you let go of what others think of you,
When you know you are doing right,
When you know you're hurting none,
That is when you start
To let embarrass yourself,
Let you embrace yourself,
Take all the colours,
And paint yourself,
A wonderful and colourful life.
Be Your Own Muse sometimes.

Maybe because of the familiarity
Or knowledge of their real lives
somehow
Movies and actors never made me feel,
How my old and shredded books have.

What makes you love me so much,
Said the boy to the girl in the painting.
"I meet people every day,
Where I see a part of me in everyone,
I nourish and cherish it every time,
So that I'm loved as a whole,
As I feel my parts in everyone,
But you only see me,
I see my desperate, damaged self in others,
But I  never saw myself as you do,
I shine out wonderfully through your eyes,
There's some magic within you,
Though I see myself in everyone,
You give me the faith to love that me,
And now you ask me why I love you"
Said the girl to the boy in the painting.

Few flashbacks are so dark,
At times,
No distractions can change my mood,
Then happened something,
I felt really good,
It was written something on my book,
There's still 'HOPE' take a look!

She was my best friend,
The best I could ever have,
I mourned for months when her family moved out,
I would tell everyone about the friendship we had,
I was so happy when I was meeting you again,
But that turned out to be very very sad,
You behaved as if you don't even know me,
First time in my life I felt my heart broken,
Instead of embarrassment, I felt lament,
I wish we had never met again,
I would have lived in our good memories,
You were my first heartbreak, the beginning, there were many after you,
The problem is within me,
If I'm into something I do it like a devotee,
I'm afraid that if this is how  friendship could affect me,
What would love do to me?

Once there were some  days,
When I used to commit a few mistakes,
Very fearlessly,
My teacher used to call me,
With a friendly smile,
Corrected where I was wrong,
And tend to learn a lot,

Soon the time changed,
So does the teacher,
I did write my test, again with few mistakes,
But when the teacher called this time,
The atmosphere wasn't so dear,
Stood fiercely with my paper,
My heart thumped hard, felt breathless,
He took a big wooden stick,
I held out my palm,
It landed on my palm, but hurt my pride,
It repeated and repeated,
I didn't dare to commit mistakes,
Lost the whole night, mostly in fright,
Thinking about the next day,
The road to school looked like the way to hell.

By Freedom,
I never meant,
I'd drink, smoke
or have random ***.

I have very different views on freedom,
By Freedom I mean,
To carve my path, to design my next steps,
By freedom, I mean, to speak what I think
Or to figure out how I think,
By Freedom, I mean doing what I wish at this moment without caring about the impressions I make,
By Freedom, I mean figuring out what I want to wish for without fear,
By Freedom, I mean running on empty roads for once, to get a glimpse of the night-view world,
By freedom, I mean expressing myself precisely, even if  my hands tremble,
By freedom I mean I'm accountable for my life and I don't want anybody's control over it,
By Freedom, I mean creating a new state of my mind, being revolutionary against improper.
By freedom, I mean let me throw myself out and explore.
By freedom, I mean both internal and external.

Adrenaline hits,
My first sleepless night,
In Excitement to change.

There are like a thousand emojis,
Yet none of them can be used to express my mood.

Be real,
But not so much that you lose yourself,
You don't have to express your every thought and every desire,
You cannot wish for the one who isn't you to appreciate every dream you aspire,
It's not you who's at fault,
The world simply doesn't conspire.

There seems no place for me to shout,
Until my I omit everything,
So I'm screaming through my words.

Once there was a little child,
Full of innocence, away from evil and wild,
Playing and singing,
Naughty and Everyone's favourite,
Like Little pure dove,
Who knew nothing except emitting love,
Little did the poor one ever know,
It wasn't gonna be all sunshine and rainbow.
The heaven-like home was turning into havoc,
For once they acted like everything is fine
Soon
Little one's feeling was no one's concern,
Tried so hard but had no love to earn,
Havoc started to spread and home was echoed with shouting,
It grew even bigger when the little one was sobbing,
Blames and flames were prying the halls,
The little one stopped crying outside the four tiled walls,
Half the family is torn apart,
The most favourite person left with the least love,
Not even considering little dove,
Questions were unanswered and crying made it worse,
Between the Cold Wars and the adult world curse,
With little cloth in hand, crouched on the bathroom ground,
Turned the tap on, and now the cloth in my mouth,
In silence and On a hard cool floor,
Little one permits its eyes to pour.
Little one grew up into an adult,
And knows exactly how this world is dealt,
And even then occasionally the little cloth helps...

It all changes,
When our  view changes..

I don't understand people,
Who are sooo great at their work,
But so bad in behaviour and lifestyle.