Q.) Who hurt you most?
Ans.) ....
Me, my brain, my heart, my soul,
Mind: full of over thoughts, so bad so foul,
Heart: full of love, but one-sided, so foul,
Soul: Yearns freedom, trapped in body so foul.

Me, trapped in between,
Too much pressure, I'm cavin' in,
Thoughts, like chains, snare me,
These emotions, won't free me,
My superego silences my id's plea,
While my ego betrays the real Me for 'me'.

This feeling,
The feeling of having full heart,
The feeling of having a mind storming,
The feeling of having a suppressed soul,
But not being able say anything.

Too many things to say,
Too many things in mind,
Too many things buried in heart,
But when the mouth opens,
Mind blanks, Heart silences, Words vanish.

Not being able to speak,
Not being able to write,
For a writer, it is failure,
Failure in life, in passion,
Failure as a person.

Sometimes, I wanna just run away,
Run away from everything,
Everything away from me,
Me, alone, walking in a forest,
Forest with tall trees and soothing breeze,
Breeze on my face, clearing away the dirt,
Dirt left on me by society,
Society that ruins the innocent life,
Life which now feels dread,
Dread, thoughts of despair and death,
Death, which is looked forward to sometimes.

Sometimes I wanna be in crowd,
Crowd so bright and cheerful,
Cheerful talks about happy lives,
Lives not ruined by reality,
Reality that often strikes,
Strikes to destroy the imagination,
Imagination of various fictions,
Fictions which I daydream,
Daydream to be away from reality,
Reality that always scares Me,
Me looking out for sometimes.

Sometimes I write poems,
Poems written by me on many things,
Things like talks of lives and goals,
Goals that people dream,
Dreams of people that died,
Died chasing the real lives,
Lives lived for others, not 'me',
Me who wants to do for 'I',
I, who wants be the poem sometimes.

Even in despair, hope hides within,
To make the impossible possible, she begins.
Defeating defeat with all her might,
Giving meaning to what's deemed a blight.

Unmoved by rejection from the crowd,
Caring not for acceptance loud.
She does what's right, even in wrong,
Unknown, infamous, yet strong all along.
The world may ignore, the world may stay blind,
But to her, her name is truly divine.

It was for a moment,
I saw what others didn't,
And then I realised,
How different you were,
How different you seemed,
How similar we were,
How similar we schemed.

Like a moth to fire,
Your hidden sides lit m desire,
Desires to know more of you,
Desires to solve and uncover you.
It was as if I found the mission,
As if the reason I lived was for this mission,
To uncover the secrets hidden inside,
To see the real self, masks aside.

Uff! This life,
Not every moment brings happiness.
I don’t even need happiness every moment,
I just need the one, who brings happiness in moments.

The one who stays with me,
In the troubles of my heart, with troubles of my mind,
In the painful days, in the nights that betrays.

When,
There is peace everywhere,
but my mind remains restless every moment.
It’s the story of every night,
when even in silence, my mind stirs.
The stories of the entire day, of the bad days, that haunt me,
Bad memories, bad things, bad companionship, that taunt me,
Every moment reminds me,
of what I wish to forget,
What should I do with this mind,
this heart, that torments?

Only,
In that moment, I need a support,
To conquer those moments,
I have to cavort,
To calm my mind, to life my heart, I need a support,
To live, to grow, to do, I need a fort.

I am not asking for wealth, nor am I asking for riches,
I want that, who will stitch my stitches,
I set out in the world, searching for it,
I don’t know its whereabouts, yet searching for it.
I walked alone for it, for something that has no trace,
I have only this hope in my heart, that someone will come across my pace...

Lost was time and sense of peace,
At start, it was chaotic, calm ceased,
Slowly and slowly, condition got better,
But it only did, cause I fought the fetters..