Must read poems that can make you appreciate what you have

Beauty of Happiness

There is more to lose, than to win 

I am not into wine, I drink gin,

There is more to fear, than to be brave,

Sometimes, I want to dig up my own grave,

There is more to cry, than to smile,

 I just see problems coming from a mile,

There is more to mortal, than to immortal,

I wish I can explore 

There is more to die, than to live 

There more to divulge, than to disguise

After all, 

There is more to me, than to you.

The Lesson of misery

Life happens when the best hold get loose, 

And lost hopes see sunshine.

When unexpected hands hold you, 

And the memories then came all along.

When winning is the only option,

And determination is weak.

When fake is all you see around, 

And lose the truth to yourself too.

When so many changes all at once kick in,

And faith hardly you can keep.

When faces so many you learn to change, 

And recognition yourself you forget to make. 

It’s okay, Darling!

I know you feel messed up. 

I know you haven’t got out of your bed for the past three days.

Your face is still smudged with the khol you put on that night, when you tried to step out to feel better about yourself. 

I know it didn’t make you happy, I know.

You don’t feel like eating, you are not taking care of yourself.

It’s all about anxiety attack and mental breakdown, it’s all about that constant pain you can’t explain.

The knot in your stomach doesn’t let you sleep. 

It’s okay darling.

It’s okay to feel what you are feeling.

You’ll feel better tomorrow, all this doesn’t make you weak. 

The Real you! 

You can sound confident and have anxiety,

You can look healthy and feel shit,

You can speak in public and can be a wreck, 

You can be a man and cry, 

You can be good looking and feel ugly

You can be everything and feel nothing

You can be rich, but you can still feel beggerly, 

Everyone is fighting a battle you know nothing about. 

Don’t let it go, let it grow

I try to run, run from my own self. Thinking that there is an end to my disguise situation but then and now things keep on realising to me that no matter what you do people will leave you when the work is done. 

“You better stay away”- I told myself, 

But I couldn’t control the feeling that was overflowing seeing him in front of my eye.

It was that time when your determination was real but you faked a lot of things, you’re bothered about what if your eyes are seeing a truth that was being made not the one that you had too. 

It’s time you grow up, let your roots be free, don’t let them die underneath baby you let it grow than to let it die.

Hazy dreams

Crawling to me like a dream,

My little star up high dazzling my eyes, shining brightly falling on my shoulders 

Don’t be sad anymore

Holding my hand tightly caressing my wound it embrace it warmly 

Too hurt for my leg to walk

Eyes so blurry with tears

Before love was never meant for me 

I will keep on smiling 

Like those stars embroidered in my eyes. 

They say “When it doesn’t add up, subtract yourself.

Easy right. Isn’t it? sounds bodacious,

But wait read that again and again until you get the real meaning out of it.

It makes no sense to me. Although we as humans try to prioritise or get surrounded or want things to allure us

Hey darling the weapons of love will heal all the decoupages that you try to maintain around you to survive.

We fall for all the materialistic things we see.

He said “ you are my love at first sight”. 

Wait, the first thing you fell was for my beauty which will fade away but not my heart

Which is going to stay forever.

They say “When it doesn’t add up, subtract yourself.

Treating myself like an old book from a old bookshelf,

Easy right? Sounds bodacious,

But wait read that again and again until you get the real meaning out of it.

It makes no sense to me. Although we as humans try to prioritise or get surrounded or want things to allure us

Hey darling the weapons of love will heal all the decoupages that you try to maintain around you to survive.

We fall for all the materialistic things we see.

He said “ you are my love at first sight”. 

Wait, the first thing you fell was for my beauty which will fade away but not my heart

Which is going to stay forever.

Bad Luck

I don’t let myself sleep,

I don’t get anyone to keep,

My insecurities, my anxiety, 

Breaking me into liquor, breaking my sobriety,

When I think about everything, It doesn’t let me sleep,

Buying me expensive things, but still keeping happiness cheap, 

I question myself about other people and answer them on my own,

I always feel like there is something to be shown,

I’m just another person looking for something, 

Something classy, something astonishing,

I’m just another person craving for someone, 

It’s been a while, I am waiting for a home run,

I’m just another person who is used to sleepless nights.

Sometimes I imagine for those cute love bites,

Because I’m just another person who’s trying to make things better than before,

I am a depressed person, trying to be better from my core,

Every bit of me is trying and figuring things out,

I am still keeping everything in a poem, as I am indian women, I can’t shout, 

Sucks,

Bad luck.

Wake me up, when it’s all over

It’s the fear.

The fear of loving, The fear of losing, 

It’s actually killing me, the fear of choosing,

The fear of making the wrong decision once again, 

it’s the fear of constantly being in pain,

The fear of betrayal and deception,

And this fear triggers me in every nightmare

Welcome to the days when getting the feeling of fear has been a new fear.

That’s how I welcome my new year,

Wake me up when it’s all over,

Take me to the heaven’s flyover

Know your Worth

I feel so low, I can’t even tell my situation to anyone. 

It’s been a while, I have not been there for a single run,

I failed at everything be it work, friendship, family, everything beyond that, I failed today.

It’s been 23 years, it was never a good day,

I feel like I am the waste, the waste which cannot be recycled and used again and again.

This quarantine is pretty much driving me insane,

 I’m the waste that everyone wants to throw out their lives.

I feel like I’m those autumn trees who never saw spring, whining for high fives.

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