Gasping for breath on land is not normal; it's a sign
More than often, it means you're not fine
There's this feeling of fear, I don't know if you know
When you're gasping for breath in deep water, and everything's slow
Now maybe everyone hasn't swam or ****** when they tried
So just imagine the feeling of being engulfed; tide after tide
The water's too deep, and you can no longer swim
Even though you may know how to, you're frozen; limb to limb
You try to reach out to the shore, but it seems to go further away
You think you're swimming towards it, but part of you wants to stay
Now this feeling of drowning above sea level
May not make much sense, especially if you're on the shore admiring pebbles
I'm trying to equate the looming devil of one's mental health
To a person drowning in the sea by the tides that approach in stealth
Depression and anxiety never warn you by knocking on your door
They take you by surprise, sweeping you off your "safe" shore
But everyone has that basic survival instinct
To fight back to the shore so that they don't sink
But what can you possibly do when the tide is too strong
The strong may survive, while the weak sing the swan song
But the fact that you're still breathing, even if not as well as before
Should be enough to make you fight it back to the shore
The shore isn't the safe zone; hurdles are always coming
But as long as you're alive and kicking, don't ever stop swimming

Scared or afraid are words that don't matter
When you try something new; the illusions all shatter
You may judge things that you haven't done before
But to truly understand it, you must try it for sure
There's no force to do so, but you're gonna try anyway
It may be because you really want to, or because of what your friends say
What I'm trying to say is that don't judge a certain thing
If you haven't done it, don't act like you're its king
To appreciate or to understand, you must give it a shot
And don't worry if you're not good at it; some things aren't taught
Some things are done by everyone, some by just a few
Irrespective of that, you should always try something new

There's only two types of people in this world
Everything else is just propaganda that politics has hurled
It's unfair to judge people on something small
Categories like religion and cast aren't all
There are too many fools who rule the media
Don't get influenced by them; they don't need ya
There's only the bad and the good
It doesn't matter if they're from the "wrong neighborhood"
Try to understand the vibes people may give
Try to follow the code of: "Live and let live"
So now that you know, ask yourself: "Am I good or bad?"
You could be either based on your choices, or the experiences you've had

This one time back in the 80s, when I was young and naive
I used to work for mercs, who called themselves The Hive
Back then I told myself, this was just a phase of life
This was before I had 2 kids, and a beautiful, lovely wife
"When one door closes one opens", was the cliche motto I used
Little did I know it would be a door, that'd get me hella confused
The **** I'm talking about took place in Germany,
often known as the land of ideas
Yet I had no clue where I was,
I had left my map in an IKEA
I remembered a few details, like the name and the location
But it was hard to get around without any mode of transportation
Not knowing the language proved to be a pain in the ****
I was on the verge of giving up, I even sat down to smoke my grass
But by some miracle or the other, I remembered a known landmark
That was right next to the location, so I head out to **** Dorothy Stark
I finally arrived at the warehouse, that was owned by my victim
There was some German carved on the door; probably an age old dictum
I crept in as slow as I could, but the stealth was not required
In the warehouse was only a guard, whom Dorothy had probably hired
He obviously didn't know english, so I just kept hollering her name
He stared at me and scratched his *****; the ****** had no shame
He took his sweet time to reply, but was still of no help
So I shot both his kneecaps, and he let out a huge yelp
He finally let out something meaningful, or so i thought
He was muttering something in German, probably cursing me for the shot
So I pointed the gun at him, and he quaked in fear
"Tell me where Dorothy is, or you'll never have another beer"
He finally said something understandable, and so I took what I got
"The door on the left." He said; so I left, after another resounding shot
I took the door on the left, leaving the silent warehouse behind
What I saw on the other side, was my one great find
I knew she wasn't Dorothy, for she was too young for that
I dropped my gun when she saw me, and lifted my hat
My last assignment was left incomplete, as I'd found my new passion
It was love at first sight; our marriage was old fashioned
Dorothy was killed anyway, obviously  by the mercs
They helped me get a new name and a place; my job did have its perks
A few years down the line I finally told her what exactly I was doing before we met
She started laughing so hard, I thought she had lost her ****
In a quick flashback, I heard what the guard had said again
"THE Dorothy left, not the door on the left." This was ******* insane!
"When one door closes, another one does indeed open"
Was something I'd always recite after that day, before saying amen
Apparently in German, they say THE before the name
"I'm glad you opened that door. " She said, "I'm glad you came."

Numerous questions are asked everyday
It may be regarding the score, or your next pay
The question may be casual, or a meaningful one
One going around in Mumbai is: "When will we see the sun?"
I'm not berating people who ask too many questions
For they ultimately lead to answers that could be deep confessions
We've been told throughout our childhood that curiosity killed the cat
But that's not all; did you know that satisfaction brought it back?
In a piece centered around questions, I was bound to ask one too
But this isn't about all kinds of questions, it's about one asked by a few
It's a simple, yet important one, and might even make your life less ******
So be sure to ask yourself, if you don't already: "Am I happy?"

I'm in love and suddenly everything seems rather good
I caught myself whistling while I walked down the neighborhood
Everything seems very beautiful and I've started noticing things
The flowers have just bloomed and the birds never stop to sing
Being in love has similar properties to that of a drug
It drives me mad at times, the only cure being her hug
Love is the best thing in the world, and now I ain't afraid of life
I can deal with anything, as long as she's by my side
I tend to forget the surroundings when she's in my sight
My heart fell a little when we had our first fight
I always though that honesty and loyalty is all that we needed
If the relationship felt empty, our love would keep it feeded
I've never been so wrong, and **** it! I was so sure
You cannot have it all when you're still so immature
To love and be with someone is actually an intricate process
But when you find someone right, you're able to share the stress
She may have been right for me, but who's to say I was right for her
The Universe has its plans; well, **** the Universe cuz it still hurts
I'm blaming external factors even though I'm entirely to blame
You know you've ****** up bad when you can't even hear the name
The colors have faded from my world, everything looks too raw
I cannot look at things of beauty without pointing out a flaw
How can I love again, when in me I have no trust
Kinda explains why I'm always running after lust
The pain generated from failed love is what hurts the most
I wish I could control my own thoughts, but I'm no longer the host
We're never warned about heartbreak, we're only told about love
Ever wonder about the rotting body of a beautiful dove?
This poem has no happy ending, I should've warned you before
But that's what life's about, you seldom know what's in store
There's no learning here either, just a little piece of advice
Always try to live in the moment, try to enjoy what's nice
My thoughts are flawed, as you can see, I'm still in a lot of pain
I haven't completely matured just yet, I'm still in a dark lane
My vision is blurred as I keep thinking, while trying to regain my stance
For I had just one life to love her, and I completely blew that chance

A similarity that exists between dusk and dawn
Is that neither gives a **** if you are gone
I might sound rough, but isn't it true
You're just a tiny part of nature, so let me tell you
All that ego in your veins, and that ignorance on your nose
Will make you fall someday, turn your friends into your foes
All this lust for material things in the world of the greedy
Has made us all sinners, for we all ignore the needy
For we all want a life that is lush and full of leisure
How many of us would stop ours cars to help a man having a seizure
See, I'm not saying you must stop all your work and help those in need
For we live in a type of world that pays us just enough to feed
There are people who make exorbitant amounts,
and maybe they do help out
Or maybe they don't because of some problems,
so they just sit there and pout
Ok so maybe you don't always need money in order to help
You could get someone to smile when they're not, or just adopt a whelp
See, everyone has restrictions on just how much they're able to do
So if you're at a better position than most, please make sure you help just a few
See, but even some people at better positions,
may also at times need a hand
For money and cars are not always enough,
that's something you must understand
I'm starting to think I sound like a privileged brat,
i'm just trying to paper my thoughts
For I'm never able to speak these aloud,
unless I'm down 7 shots
I'm just an average person who thinks way too much,
so please consider my above mentioned plea
I still have lots to say, so if you're kind enough,
would you mind waiting for part 3?