Nath - Hello Poetry

Jun 2017

TS

Therapy

He asks me,

"What do you hate about yourself?"

Suddenly, I am silent.

What do I hate?

What don't I hate?

- t.s.

#hate #therapy #depression #sadness #anger #hatred

Nath Jun 2017

Man, I feel so alone right now
Where's the people I used to know?
What happened to yesterday shows?
Why we wait for people to go?

Man, I feel so lost this instance
I went back to the past of me
And see the boy I used to be
I wonder why I left this guy

Man, I feel cold it gives me chills
What does a selfish man feels?
What does a lonely boy wants?
What does a mediocre kid needs?

It might be to get back again
Where the goal lies upon his path.

I wrote this 2 days ago but I forgot to post it in public. I feel less alone now, btw.

Nath Jun 2017

Dear You,

I miss you right now
Yet afraid for you to know
You might leave and go.

Wish you were here.

Nath May 2017

List of Things I Love

I love the sun on summer day
As I walk bare feet at the bay
I love the leaves of steady trees
The winds whistles their branches
free
I love the words of old aged books
But I don't judge them on their looks
I love the sound of the rustling grass
On the springtime field when I pass

I also love the rain at night
But loud thunders they give me fright
I love the silence of a room
Or in a hallway when I roam
I love to stay awake till dawn
To fill my mind until it's gone
And when it's dark and I am sick
I love your smile across your cheek

Just in case you go

#for #the #fickle

Nath Apr 2017

The Lone Wanderer

There I was standing
At the field of roses
My depression haunts me
Casting its shadow of regrets
As I try to escape this world,
I dragged my head down
As I draw near at the door
A blinding light strucked me
With all my might I looked up
And saw the spotlight turned
At the center of the universe
Stands the fairest of them all.

Sometimes we all need to look up to see the good side of the world.

Nath Apr 2017

The Dusk

The road which I took awhile ago,
Is a long winding path and narrow,
At the borders from where my feet stands
Are the remains of dirt and burrow
I look beyond bending horizon,
Behind the mountain the sun had gone
The violent wind blew, clouds had flown
The gradient sky to pitch-black it turned
Then the lonely silver moon had shone
while the sea of stars danced on its light.

This might be the hundredth time I wrote about the sky so please bear with me.

#sky #inspired #dusk

Nath Feb 2017

how a story ends

There's no wrong pathway
Where a person could wander
Only bad endings

There's no wrong timings
Which a person can regret
Only wrong choices

There's no wrong person
Whom your heart can fully love
Only wrong reasons.