Pearl Upon The Ocean

The need for perfection has chained us,
Into the shackles of insecurity

The ultimate want of being the best has moulded us,
To ignore the little pleasures of our journey here

The urge to keep up in the race of life has fooled us,
That being first is where all your happiness lies

The desperation of pretending to be happy has made us numb, 
To the reality that its normal to feel agony and express it

The habituated comparing of ourselves with others has made us believe,
That the entire world is better than us

But let us assume, for once, our life to be the ocean
And let us all be the pearls in it,
Where the pearls would be bright, shiny, faded
Or hidden deep in the ocean,
But each pearl has its own beauty
Just as each of us do,
Like a pearl upon the ocean,
Which shines bright in its own individuality...

The Mayhem Inside

You want to veil your agony,
But also know, you just need to cry it out...

You want nobody to know what battles you fight,
But also know, all you need is someone to look into your eyes & tell you they understand...

You want to be imprisoned in your own little cell,
But also know, you desperately need to break out of it...

You want to blame every single soul for your struggles,
But also know, no one but you are the sole proprietor of your desolation...

You want to think of ending your pain, your life,
But also know, that a genuine embrace is your only morphine...


And somewhere between what you want and what you know,
You find your light at the end of the tunnel,
You find your own way to shine bright through the battles that wrecked you...

Conundrum

You want them; you don't want them They heal you; they hurt you They make you smile; they make you weep Their proximity hits you ; their distance kills you They are your strength; they are your weakness They know you the most yet; they know you the least They make you love them; they make you hate them They are your paradise; they are your agony They are your relief; they are your pain They are the reason you live; they are the reason you don't want to They make you want to stay; they make you want to leave They trust you; they hold you guilty

You want to hold on; you want to let go You want them; you don't want them

Break Free

There's a bubble of happiness
Moulded with satisfaction.
Of all that belongs to this life
And all its ambiguity.

Unaware of the disparate needles
Ready to rupture the bubble.

When the distress finally sinks in
Everything is stupefying.
The unimagined happens
With its acceptance being intensely arduous.

It's a confrontation with the reality
Accompanying dysfunctionality.
Sleep seems to be a distant dream
And dreams become will-o'-the-wisp.

Exhaustion becomes a constant companion and
It's the monarchy of disconsolate emotions.
The life loses its life.

Until there comes a day
When there's no more grief to grieve about.

The decision to bring life back to life, dawns upon.
And that's when you break free.

Break free from the shackles of melancholy
And step into the world of contentment
One more time.

Life and Leaves.

It was fall.

I was walking through the woods crushing the dried leaves.

Listening to their crackling noise.

When I realised, we're all dried leaves in the circle of life at some point. 

Letting people crush our heart to pieces for it to never get back to the way it was.

The difference is, there's no noise when the heart is crushed.

Emotional Enigma.

She loved a lot. 
Genuinely did.

She didn't hug. She didn't say 'I love you'.
Expressing was not her cup of tea.

It was her first holiday.
After three complete months from a job 2000 kms away.

She'd missed her moms cooking.

Called in for the flight.
Excited, she held her bag tight.

For flying the very first time, she'd had a sleepless night.
The sleep demon, she couldn't fight.
And drifted into a nap.

An hour later, she woke up to the sound of announcements.
They signalled,
Turbulent weather
Emergency landing
Oxygen masks and life jackets.

Her whole life flashed in front of her eyes.
And her heartbeat had a rise.

Her moms unconditional love.
Fights with her brother were still incomplete.
The unmatched lessons her dad gave her over the years.

The end of it all was near.
The loud sound of her heartbeat she could hear.

The flying beast almost swayed.
So passionately, anyone in there, had never prayed.

It took a while.
For the nature and its Creator to show, they had something else in store.

The beast turned into an obedient machine.
Their fates had flipped and they were back on land.

She saw her mother and her eyes watered.
With her hands, her face, she covered.

She had an emotional rush.
For now, her heart needed to 'shush',
And she did something she ever so rarely did before.
She HUGGED her mom like never before. 

Where does your Euphoria lie ?

She studied Science.

While yearning to study the biology of Literature.

To assimilate the chemistry between Words.

To ascertain the physics lying beneath beautiful Poetry. 

She lived for the euphoria of escapism into her own world of Words.

Yes, lived for it.