Few months ago my mum told me how low self esteem caused depression to her when she was young. I thought to myself that there would be other females too who might live with such kinda misconception that they are ugly. I personally think that no female is ugly , they are all blissfully graceful in their own unique ways & this poem intends to highlight the fact that it’s more important to have a beautiful personality than to have physical beauty.
To them I am a disgrace
They despise me when they look at my face.
With a stigma I deal with depression,
numb & cold I’m in isolation.
The world confronts me with cruelty,
Ignoring my blissful personality.
Wish people were wise & they could realize,
That it’s in the personality where true beauty lies.
Physical beauty is an illusion for the eye,
It rapidly fades away with time.
But my personality is like wine,
With age it’ll transmute into something divine.
Sometimes our rival (enemy) gets the best out of us by feeding us with a sense of competition & negative motivation. This poem of mine glorifies various aspect of a rivalry.
Ode To The Enemy
I’m like a helpless silly clown
On whom you always shout & frown.
Treating me like a dog you expect me to smile
As you continue to corrupt my lifestyle.
Against your oppression I was once weak
But now the fire within me shall unleash.
Our rivalry is the essence of my fire
To outlast you is my obsessive desire.
My friend, you always question my ability
Against you I’ll exhibit my true capability.
In my heart for you I have respect
As your hatred shall drive me to my best.
This poem deals with the corruption of emotions in a love bond which resulted in separation of two lovers & the thought process of the lover who was emotionally victimized by the cruelty of the bond.
A Bleeding Heart
I worshiped you with my love
Until you said, you’ve had enough.
I had put my heart before your feet
You stomped it & it started to bleed.
My heart bleeds & is now numb
It’s a victim of the diabolical things that you have done.
Even though our bond has ended now
Someday in-front of my love, your ego will bow.
Don’t expect me to accept you then
For love in my bleeding heart can’t reinvent.
With my bleeding heart I now bid farewell
As I withdraw from your illusional satanic spell.
I personally feel that this world is no less than a battlefield where we all have to fight & struggle for turning our dreams into reality. This poem of mine talks about the spirit of fortitude with which one should move forward in life even when various rivals and adversities of life try to run us down. We all fall in life but it’s the way we rise after that fall that defines our existence.
The Wounded Warrior
Fallen on hardships I lay on the battlefield,
Knowing that my wounds won’t be healed.
Fate has brought me down to my knees
While misery consumes my life, like a disease.
Blood dribbles down my wounds, igniting a fire
To accomplish my victory, is my sole desire.
Although I lay with a stigma in my heart
I’ll battle again to make a fresh start.
Pain invaded my body, but not my pride
My fortitude is indestructible, it’ll never subside.
I know I wasn’t born for embracing defeat
To confront my demons i stand again on my feet.
In this poem I have used grave as a symbol of separation , an entity that is used to highlight the end of the bond. Sometimes a relationship that is based on pure love outlasts the dimension of time. The people in that relationship are eternally inseparable , even if by some reason the bond ends, the feelings & emotions still instills/ lingers within the hearts of those people. It is in the sweet moments & memories that they shared, that the bond shall still be alive even prior to the separation.
I stand here on your grave
lonely in life, but trying to be brave.
Amidst all the agony & pain
a memory of our bond shall still remain .
Our bond was a victim of fate’s treachery
but my love for you is an immortal memory.
Your love shall always live within me
& time can’t measure my love for u accurately.
You may be in a different world now
but I still connect with your soul somehow.
Our bond won’t corrupt with time
eternally I am yours’ & you are mine.