Nightly Fiasco

♦ Hey, it’s almost night time here. Ready for those post 2 a.m. thoughts?

 

As the Sun settles down,

It takes away a part of us.

The part which keeps us sound,

The part which we show to the world.

And when the Moon takes the sky,

It showers a light on us.

Silver light which brings out something…

Something which we don’t discuss.

Night time does have this affect,

And these thoughts are the most private ones.

But when it starts to overwhelm,

Close your eyes and end the pretense.

Eventually sleep will engulf your realm

And in dreams these thoughts will make sense.

If they don’t, tell yourself : “It was just a dream.”

 

 

Pressing issues#3

Title: Panic Attacks

Do not take a panic attack lightly, it happens to the best of us and it can be detrimental. Take all the time you need and ask a friend to help you through it. Yes, talk to someone like a friend or a therapist or a family member. Don’t worry, we love you and want you to be alright.

Trust me, I know.

 

 

My voice has gone mute,

My hands are shaking.

There are tears in my eyes,

Panic is undertaking.

I can barely stand,

I can barely breathe,

Can you please hold my hand?

My pain is very deep.

Sight is failing me,

Memories are ailing me,

My strength is leaving me,

Oh god! I am barely me.

I am crying but there is no sound,

As if I am being drowned,

I don’t need words or anything profound,

Just hug me tightly and let silence be around.

 

Needled Heart

Do you ever feel a pinch in your heart as if something pointy is just trying to pierce it?

Not a good feeling at all. I sometimes feel so as well and I don’t know why but it happens out of nowhere and makes me feel bad. The whole day goes by in laughter and smile and then this happens. Why are we so complicated? Or better yet, why can’t these two (Heart and Brain) live harmoniously?

Ugh! (This is so annoying!!!!!!!!!!!)

Writing calms me down, thank god.

 

Tell me oh wise world,

Why do I feel so hurt?

For I am doing as told,

And yet I feel trapped.

Unfathomable is my pain.

I feel the pinch despite the cause.

How do I abstain?

Or is there a provision to pause?

Wailing heart may still beat,

But every beat carries a cry.

Being unaware has led to my defeat,

Funny, Heart feels but we don’t know why.

 

Why to write a Poem?

This Poem is a tutorial on “Why to write a Poem?”. In this Poem, I am going to let go of all that keeps me sane. It’s madness around this place people!!! Let me add some light hearted comedy and madness from my side as well.

Yes, I know that the world is going through a Tough time and I stand with you all. But, yes, BUT in this hour of worry, let me do what I can do… Take your mind off the sadness and concern for a moment and bring smile to your face (at least try to).

Anyway, just forget everything till you reach the last line and read it from a blank perspective.

 

 

Why to write a Poem?

Once I was walking through the Park,

Where I met, Mr. Jolly.

Mr. Jolly was happy because, in the Dark was Mr. Gloomy.

 

But then the Sun decided to shift, 

And reveal the existence of latter. 

My. Jolly’s smile took a drift upon seeing his terminator.

 

Both hated each other,

Each one ending other’s vacation.

Sons of the all mother, they were the balancers of every creation.

 

Ignorant of the novelty they refused to talk,

So I called a Poet to square things even.

In his own way he took them for a walk, rhyming helps to see what we believe in.

 

A Poem looks similar to all,

Yet is taken with different meanings,

Through rhymes we take your call, Poem strikes a balance between feelings.

Unconditional Inability

Learn to appreciate what we have, and learn from what we see. Even from each other.

The Poet and the Pen invites it’s readers for a good Sunday Sustaining good thoughts and wishes. If any of you fellow writers/readers have something you would like to share, the platform is yours. Let’s cherish this! 🙂

 

 

Unconditional Inability

Most powerful beings we say.

Are we though?

We live life on what may,

Thinking that we run the show.

Truth is we are mere characters,

Able to govern what will only perish.

For the rest it’s an Unconditional Inability.

Why change what we can just cherish?

Not everything needs improvement,

For we would be the first ones if so.

Sometimes it’s okay to be an audience…

Take your belongings after the show.

Reality Check

I see comparison in the name of equality, but why? Man and Woman are two sides of the same coin, aren’t they?

 

 

Typical images are no longer valid.

Both Venus and Mars revolve around the Sun.

Life has moved on at a pace so rapid,

Yet the comparison seems to be undone.

Man, the strong and tough all times,

Too faces agony and tears.

Want to hold hands or cry aren’t crimes,

We are fearless despite our fears.

We hold, protect, preserve, and care,

Nothing which the other doesn’t do.

Man is one who takes on a dare,

Weak at expressing but our love is true.

Woman, the source of life and heart,

Too sweats to earn bread and butter.

Want to be independent and have her own start,

Doesn’t make her any less of a mother.

She is practical despite her emotions.

Her beautiful eyes hold a fire so true.

She holds, protects, preserves, and care.

Nothing which the other doesn’t do.

World needs both the sides,

Both the sides make one coin.

Without one the other cannot stride,

Dots are there but we ignore to join.

Chaos

Before we call it a day and get ready for Monday, I am here to spread some chaos. Also, I am sure you all will love it, for it is Chaos!!!


World celebrates chaotic ones,

For it is easier to relate with them.

In a textbook of philosophy highlighted are the puns,

And appreciation has changed from “Well done” to “a social media thumb”.

Numb, is the feeling inside,

For we declare even before we decide,

And during a trip we choose to filter,

But how can filters be better than hillside?

Every night I am with 1000s of friends,

But they don’t get to see my expressions as I pretend,

And without looking into my eyes they comprehend,

I on the other hand will always seek your hand.

In the end as always we blame the techs,

Oh I am sorry, did your Phone ask you to text?

For once let’s not dwell, understand the pretext,

World celebrates chaotic ones for chaos helps to deflect.

Eyes and ears and mouth and words,

Fingers and skin and the outside world,

Are meant to be moved, talked and heard.

Chaos is the only thing we love in this world.