Release

Who is to blame?
For surfacing fears,
and the turbulence within.
Who is to blame?
For weltering anger,
and the rage that brims.
Who is to blame?
For the lies
I speak to myself,
and the truth
I hide from you.
Who is to blame?
For the struggle
between
your expectations
and my reality.
Who is to blame?
For the wrath I find hard
to both release and hold
Would’t be fair
if you are arraigned
I set you free
and take it on me.

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Wish

I wish not for stories,
for they end.
I wish not for mysteries,
I fail to comprehend.
I wish not for games to win,
for I have won the battle within.
I wish not for tears,
I wish not for the years that passed
I wish not for a smack of love
just to watch it wither.
All I wish for now
is a sweet surrender,
a promise to keep,
a smile that fades not,
a hand to hold in mine,
All I wish for now is
someone
who I can call mine.

This I write for You

When fears haunt your mind,

and happiness eludes,

When you are in a cage,

but freedom, you refuse,

When problems barrage from everywhere

and there is no aegis you find,

When you look back,

and find no sweet repose,

When you look ahead,

and you see a blank,

When you cry alone,

and find no hope,

When you lack strength,

and can’t bear to cope,

When you see enemies all around,

and also hate the one

who lives in you,

When your qualities hide,

and you lie alone,

like a dumped diamond,

mistaken for stone,

When you think,

all is done, and all is over,

When there is nowhere to escape,

and each moment is hard to get through,

When despair blinds you,

and mind is faint too,

just remember, I have felt it too.

But, I have got through,

and so can you.

When you think,

you are all alone,

just remember,

I may not know you,

but I am with you.

I am the hand,

waiting for your hold,

Take the next step of courage,

do not withhold

I am the assurance,

it’s not the end.

I wish you to know,

that I believe,

Just smile a bit,

and happiness will pour.

Just thank a bit,

and you will thank more.

When you are on the verge of giving up,

just know,

it’s not the end yet.

Life isn’t just darkness,

it’s a lot more.

 

Infinite Unknown

You enlighten me,

and they think it’s my mind.

You bring up new scenes,

and they term it casual change.

I forget you, and they misunderstand

the consequences as fate.

You hold me again,

and they think it’s them instead.

You wake me up,

You tear me down.

You live through me,

You feed my soul.

You hold the pen,

and they think it’s me.

You are everywhere,

You are all that is.

You soothe me,

You bruise me.

You bring back smiles,

You give tears.

You speak through people.

You arrive in different forms.

And, they think, it’s them.

Let’s keep this secret to us, shall we?