I don't create poetries,
they come to me...
Poetry helps me to channel my deepest feelings and let it out in a healthier way. I have evolved from a lot of these perspectives, and I have overcome a lot of those feelings as well. But these poetries are like a footprint who kept track of my journey towards myself.
The Conflict Inside
There is a conflict inside me,
Different parts of me
They are showing themselves,
Screaming to be heard.
And here I am, Confused as hell
Which one to listen, which one to accept as me?
And which one to deny!
I thought I crave deep, meaningful connection
I thought I could only do true love
I can only surf the waves of those
Emotional highs and lows
I thought that's what my soul language is.
But now when the Universe is offering me that,
I see I am not being able to take it!
Those waves of emotions are turning into endoscopes;
Till the time it's reaching me and flushing me away
It's kinda shaking me hard and making me scared!
On the other hand, I am enjoyinglight playfulness,
Light conversations, sarcasm, and eventful evenings
and I am loving to know the other person deeply,
but not really craving that need to be understood anymore.
Maybe I have fulfilled that need within myself!
Meaningless
Life is Meaningless!
It starts from zero and ends to a zero.
There is no such meaning in doing anything actually,
We choose our own battles here,
We choose our own experiences
and one day we will die just like that.
Nothing carries any meaning or anything here,
Nothing has any significance here.
Life just goes on like a journey.
It's meaningless to even try to find any meaning here.
Just choose the experiences you wanna have
and experience those.
That's it!
There is nothing more nothing less.
The more I zoom out
The more meaningless it seems.
Normal or Myth!
I always loved people
Who were different,
Who lived out of the box,
Who could see the world
without those glasses given to them,
Who questioned everything!
Who had the courage to break the norms
And choose a life they would love to live.
Maybe I loved them cause
I was one of them!
Not because normal was boring to me
But because I realised normal was given
Not discovered by each individual.
Normal was the trade,
People make to forget their true purpose,
their authenticity.
Normal was a myth
told by so many and so much
that it seemed like the truth of life.
Whereas it was only the price
one has to pay
To sell their soul to that lie.
Melancholy
So I was addicted to sadness.
Yeah you heard it right,
I was so melancholic
That I adored sadness inside my heart!
Sadness was almost like an art for me,
I painted beautiful pictures of sadness in my mind,
All dull and gray.
I made stories as well.
I made past tragedies more tragic
And imagined horrific future events!
I was so addicted to sadness
That when there was nothing to be sad about,
I went back to those sad memories
And ensured that daily dose of sadness in my mind and body.
When I finally realized that
I laughed at myself so hard!
I mean all this time it was me after all!
Are you serious?!