Often I wake up to wonder
From the disturbed patterns of the short slumber
The question thudding a zillion times
Oh life why are you so sublime

Gush of emotions narrowing down to tears
Rolling down to my cheeks helping me overcome my fears
The remaining hours of ordeal I wonder to myself
A voice murmurs ssshhh go unlock the secret shelves

Pushing myself to rise
After all the cries
To only realise
Oh life why are you so wise

Each part of me runs feeble
Weak emotions pricking like a needle
From blurry stars in the night
From unseen wounded scars after each fight


From motivational talks to videos to quotes
From scribbling down secret notes
From becoming blinded
From scrolling back to the candid

From crying myself to sleep
From looking for hidden places to weep
Each morning evening and night
It has been the same battle that I fight.