#complains
One day, Smiles will replace these Tears.
One day, Self Confidence will replace these Fears.
One day, Praisings will be more than Complains.
One day, Happiness will be more than Pains.
One day, Dreams will become Reality.
And on that One Day, you'll surely Remember ME...
Jul 15, 2019
Jul 15, 2019 at 11:16 PM UTC
Hey, past me from so close yet seeming long ago...
A knot from my sweater's bow I regret tying despite how unkempt the ribbons look hanging by my sides because now it's digging into my back
The hair I can't decide if I want out where it's pretty and makes me look less like a generic nerd yet gets in my face and food and life
The jeans I insist upon wearing without a belt even though their slipping down my **** may actually outweigh the pain of loosening the belt
The tennis shoes I'm too attached to give up that emit a constant squeak, squeak, squeaking through the hallways whether it's caused by residual rain from outside or not
The glasses, fond of slipping down my nose at frequent intervals, covered in smudges I rarely notice till they get out of hand
The phone whose screen happened to crack at the most inopportune moment and takes forever to read my finger print
The jacket that should be a highlighter blue but rather presents itself as a canvas of the week's tomato stains
The face covered in acne-
The stomach with fat instead of muscle-
The arms lacking muscle-
The legs with too much hair-
I've always acknowledged that perfection is not possible, yet I have to at least try to strive
I think, as I sit at my desk, fingers typing fragmented sentences, attempting to convey thoughts speeding too fast to grasp
Yet, just a simple poem of reflection brings to light these numerous deficiencies, many of which I COULD fix were it not the invisible fiend upon whom I stamp the label-laziness
These deficiencies, many of which aren't even noticed by those around me, some of whom are better some are worse
But it's not as simple as that, I've known I can't just be "one of the people", I need to find something, some identity, some way out of my seemingly impossible to escape label of "just above average"
In academics, in extracurricular activities, EVERYTHING, I seem to be at a stagnant
I've done bad, I've done "just above average", but never above. What is the point if you get plenty of losses and plenty of "fine" but no victories?
It's something about me though, somehow I believe, subconsciously, I'm impeding myself. I'm holding myself back.
...
Why?
Nov 14, 2018
Nov 14, 2018 at 3:50 PM UTC
I went to visit her yesterday...she had grown much beautiful and lively, her heavenly eyes, angelic voice, she is still the most beautiful girl I have ever seen... I told her I had to soothe my heart ache that has been spreading all over now.. she stayed silent and did not even mourn over my pain... she was standing right in front of me physically but I missed her.. it felt like she was not even there... the girl I loved and planned to cherish my whole life with... I felt helpless so I went home to drink the potion of off her pictures like I always did.. and like every other time, the potion covered the wounds but never healed them...
She left my heart scarred, my life discolored and my faith blemished.. despite everything, I have no complaints, no regrets and no worries,, cause my love for her is like a flowing river, that just knows to flow.
Jan 14, 2018
Jan 14, 2018 at 2:13 PM UTC
May be we can leave this place
and go to mars
right now
at this moment
But do not forget
our feet is still on the earth
where he lives
He
whose day is still measured
by the brightness of sun
and he never felt
he has a mind to think
or a heart to feel
All what he learned
is to work and work
under the shining sun
and in night storms
He does not understand
what you need to live
and can not imagine
your assets price
What he knows and
what he aims
is only a full plate of rice
So don’t go to him
and complain
You wanted chicken
and somebody fed you beef
Don’t go and tell him
name of brands of your drink
and percentage of alcohol
they carries
Because you can't count
for a drop of water
how many innocent dreams
were buried
Don’t go to him
and tell
he should pray in a temple
or lit a candle
before Jesus
Because
with the burden of
filling many empty stomachs
he can be worried
but can not be nervous
Don’t go and compel him
to stand before you
or oppose you
because you feel
he needs to speak
You don’t know
words started losing their meaning
before him
from the day
he stopped thinking
about the furious wolfs
and started walking in the dark
May be somewhere
inside his mind
he knows
the furious wolfs
can't ****** his muscles
and touch his struggle
Only thing they can do
is...stand on the road
made from sweats of others
and bark
So you don't need to
go to them
and shout
how you feel about the words
he never spell
If possible
please go
and build a way
that will connect
your smile and
his faith
May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 3:20 AM UTC
Someday I'll be all
Dust
I wont bother you
then God. . .
Bear me
Till I breathe
my Last
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 6:10 AM UTC