A Letter To Future Self

Dear Future Self,

Blinded by reminiscent visions of the past glittering in my eyes today, my pen bleeds the following thoughts for you.

There’ll be days when you’ll get shivers looking into the mirror, knowing that life savagely awaits to decimate your dreams. At various junctures of your existence, amidst the pandemonium & madness, you’ll feel as if you are fading into blackness. Some people will turn their back on as you try to reach out to them & some peoples’ lives will be mercilessly taken away from you. There will be moments when you want to cry but you can’t because in the darkest hour you are someone’s ray of hope. Trapped in the various dimensions of life, carrying your demons, you might aimlessly walk in the depths of darkness with your wounded soul.

Dear future self, please remember that life in itself is a delightful dream so never cry over your broken dreams, instead continue to dream big & work accordingly with a hopeful heart. If you ever feel as if you are fading into blackness, if you ever feel as if you are lost in the crowd; then secretly with a smile do your bit to touch the lives of people around you, without them even knowing about it while you quietly fade away. Possess a desire to have a heart that blooms like a rose, a heart whose grace & fragrance captivates others till the day it stops beating.

Remember the way you felt when people turned their back on you, never forget the painful separations so that you can unflinchingly extend a helping hand to any troubled soul around you. In life while you wear your crown of thorns don’t moan about your deprivation from the luxury of crying, instead please understand that you are blessed with the gift of creating smiles for others. Lastly, learn to dance with your demons so that you can decorate your darkness in such a way that your inner light shines through & causes pleasure to others. It’s okay if none is around to wipe your silent tears, you should still aim to spread smiles for others.

Yours Truly,
Present Self

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Note: A few days ago as I grew a year older, I reflected on my life & my past. Surely I can’t change my past now but by summarizing & introspecting it I felt that I could learn a lot from it & hopefully  cancreate a better future for myself. Based on my understanding of my past, I thought of expressing my feelings in the form of this post. I hope this post can touch your life or make you smile in some way as well.

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The King

There was a king about whom the angels tell
Whose charismatic personality used to cast a spell.
With his kindness the King made many hearts swell
His aura made even the god smile as well.

But the King neither sat on a golden throne
Nor did he have a grand castle of his own.
His crown of thorns agonized his every bone
Yet with a smile, he battled his demons alone.

King’s life was grim, depressing & dark
Yet his grace flowed, like symphonies of a lark.
He wasn’t a kingdom conquering monarch
Instead, he constructed his kingdom in others’ hearts.

The King didn’t have any wealth whatsoever
But crafting smiles gave him pleasure.
For he saw others’ smiles as his divine treasure
& his selflessness grew beyond any measure.

Spreading smiles as the King became weak & old
Sensing his end, to others’ he told.
“A King’s might isn’t measured by his gold,
It’s realized by the kindness, his heart can hold”.

The king smiled while being greeted by death
While others looked on with grief & respect.
He blissfully blessed others in every aspect
He created smiles while taking his last breath.

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Note: A true king’s true wealth is not the grand castles or the priceless treasures that he owns but instead it is the respect that he earns in the eyes of others around him. A king’s grace isn’t in his shiny throne or in his golden crown, instead it vests in the kindness & compassion that he possesses in his heart for others. When I was kid I thought such larger than life kings exist only in fairytales, but tonight as I reminiscently think about my dad I realize that my dad was a king in his own respect. This poem is dedicated to my late dad, who even though didn’t live a long life, but still lived his life king size. Happy Birthday Dad ❤ 

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Your Toxic Love (Collab with Ana)

As the melancholic moon began to blatantly shine
In a goblet, you presented your venomous wine.
My mind sensed this as a hazardous sign
But your cruel command, my helpless heart couldn’t decline.

From your heart’s darkest valley, you plucked a rose
Whose poisonous petals blossomed under your shadows.
That darkest, that deadliest rose for me you chose
As you know your wicked wish I wouldn’t oppose.

Pouring in the poison you pretended to be kind
& you decimated the resistance of my mind.
Drowning in your poisonous love I became blind
To your diabolical deeds my innocent soul I aligned.

You grinned playing a violent tune on your violin
While your love’s torturous toxicity I took in.
My heart pulsated as my veins burnt within
Worshipping you, I consumed all your sin.

I bled on the edge of life & death
As I surrendered my soul to you in every aspect.
With a hope that you remember me with respect
I blew you a kiss with my last breath.

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Note: Love is blind & is always accompanied by a bit of madness. The thing that fascinates me the most about love is the fact that sometimes for a person who in love the elements of his/her existence revolve around the one who in turn take their breath away. In this poem, I had the  great pleasure of collaborating with Ana. Please do check out her blog Alicyana.wordpress.com I’m sure that she’ll mesmerize you with her words. 

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He Bled For You

You were like a moth, to his heart’s flame
He warned, he blazed, as he tried to explain.
Yet knowing the consequences, you willingly came
& together you both burnt in each other’s pain.

While others thought his rhymes were absurd
Still his sad symphonies you patiently heard.
You felt he beautifully bled with every word
Becoming his morphine, you made his nightmares blurred.

Reciting his bleeding words, he saw you smile
& you made his bleeding seem worthwhile.
He wrote poems with his blood, for your smile
Bleeding in the darkness he walked a long mile.

Now, he bleeds beyond anyone’s visual capacity
& here, even you see him as your calamity.
His deep scars aren’t symbols of his insanity
But his sacrifices, for your smile’s immortality.

About your calamity, you may never a have clue
& about the sufferings that he went through.
If only you knew, if only you knew
Smiling subliminally, he bled just for you.

 

Note: “There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.” – Ernest Hemmingway.  I couldn’t have agreed more with this quote, I personally perceive writing as an outlet to express the inexpressible feelings that plague our existence every now & then.  That’s what bleeding in this poem is all about. It’s the raw intensity of those words that can give a thrill to the readers or at the same time they may get you branded as a cynical psychopath. I sincerely hope that my words do not disturb or cause any pain to anyone in any way. If they do, then I sincerly apologize. I just aim to bleed through my poetry in order to express & maybe connect with people who might be going through/ might have gone through some tough times emotionally. 

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Your Memories (Collab with Ana)

Under the gloomy clouds’ teary rain
While loneliness corrupts my weary brain.
Though things between us aren’t the same
Yet your memories impale my heart again.

You tossed our love in the trash bin
& strangled it with your selfish sin.
Now I burn helplessly underneath my skin
Endlessly I die a new death every day within.

I’m deprived of the pleasure of emotional peace
As my soul bleeds due to your love’s disease.
Shedding my burning bitter tears alone I grieve
I submit to your venomous memories.

Thinking about the things we didn’t get to say
I close my eyes on this dark depressing day.
Forgive me, my soul now begins to sway
With my existence, your memories too fade away.

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Note: Memories… they truly are intriguingly enigmatic, aren’t they? We may be mortals & the various bonds that we share may come to an end at some point in time, but the memories of those bonds & those moments are immortal. This poem deals with the painful aspect of the eternal nature of memories & how bitterly they can disturb a person. I had the great fortune to collaborate with Ana on this special post. Please do check out her blog Alicyana.wordpress.com I’m sure that she’ll mesmerize you with her words. 

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A Survivor’s Rhyme (Collab with Sam)

Against a cold corner, I weakly recline
Amidst darkness, I reminiscently recall old times.
Like the days, when our love was divine
& those moments, when I thought you were mine.

Under the glittering stars, my heart weeps
Tears trickle down burning my cheeks.
Floor laden with promises you didn’t keep
Silence surrounds the noise I try to shriek.

Like a nightmare, that burns my brain
Scars, on my soul, shall eternally remain.
My heart bleeds with a pulsating pain
For you, in my life are a satanic stain.

I’m bruised and numb under the screaming stars
& my dignity is imprisoned behind corroded bars.
Your diabolical deeds stabbed innocent love of ours
Leaving me locked up and decimated with scars.

For years, I adorned your shackles of hate
But now breaking your sinful shackles I shall liberate.
Respecting myself I shall smile, I shall celebrate
Out from your torturous shadow, my soul shall elevate.

Fireflies will decorate my gloomy, ghastly sky
Healing wounds & bruises with stardust dye.
Away from your torments, my dreams will fly
Carving bliss of solitude in my crystal eye.

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Note: Sometimes we do feel entrapped in a toxic relationship of sorts, that smothers the very essence of our individuality & happiness. It’s a painful experience when you love someone & they return the favor by acting like predators who relish every opportunity of feasting on your pride & self-respect as if you are their helpless prey. Through the medium of this poem, I just urge my readers to value & respect their own dignity rather than get manipulated in the name of love. None owns you, you well & truly are complete in your own self. ❤

In this poem, I had the privilege of collaborating with a magnificently gifted creative writer Sameera. Please do visit her blog > /https://msameera.wordpress.com/ , I’m sure you’ll enjoy the brilliance of her writings. 

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A Decorated Dream

Note: I personally feel that life is a dream decorated with some unpredictable twists and turns, but rather than getting caught up by the magnitude of the outcomes of those unpredictable events, regardless of the situation we must continue to enjoy the glory & the misery of this divine dream in the same breath for they are mere illusions.

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The Mask

I saw you shuffling on a dark dreary night
As you drew away from everyone’s sight.
From everyone you tried to hide your plight
With your demons as you had a fight.

Ensuring your traumatic tales didn’t reach anyone’s ears
You removed the mask, that you wore for years.
Concealing your depression, you drank your tears
You burnt, you bled, dreaming about your fears.

Wearing your mask, you would skillfully pretend
As on you, others used to frivolously depend.
A helping hand you would always extend
Instilling hope, other’s broken dreams you intended to mend.

With time your mask got engraved on your skin
Behind your mask, emotionally you died within.
Although alone you suffered from fate’s diabolical sin
Yet flashing fake smiles, you held up your chin.

While your soul gets annihilated with pain
You bury your demons inside your brain.
Your crown of thorns you rise to attain
Amidst the chaos, your mask you wear again.

About your problems, people will never have a clue
Even if life may bruise you black & blue.
They’ll never understand what you’ve been through
Because they selflessly, can’t wear the mask as you.

Note: There are times when for the sake of your loved ones’ happiness it’s easier to pretend a fake smile than to express the true magnitude of your sadness to them. It’s at this juncture of life when one chooses to wear a mask. A mask that although can kill us from within as we try to hide our tears behind it, but it can also craft smiles for others as it imbues hope in the hearts of our loved ones that everything is alright & that they can depend on us. This poem deals with the emotional turmoil that goes behind that mask that all of us adorn every now and then.

If you have ever been in a situation where you had to wear such kind of mask & would like to talk about it, to get it off your chest then please feel free to leave a comment, because behind every mask there is a story & behind every hidden tear there is an opportunity to transform it into a splendid smile. 🙂

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Separation (Collab with Riya)

I miss the feel of your warm cheeks
& the kind words that you used to speak.
I miss your personality that was magnificently mystique
Our separation has left me shattered and weak.

I remember our every beautiful conversation
That had unconditional love as it’s foundation.
Your aura made me smile beyond my imagination
Now without you, my heart bleeds in isolation.

Dribbling through the dreary veins of my brain
Is your memory that plagues me with pain.
Depression haunts me again and again
& my loneliness drives me hopelessly insane.

As fate presents a verdict that’s bitterly unfair
The agony for me is too much to bear.
Parting away, as your fragrance dissolves in thin air
Your absence leaves me in utter despair.

Now that’s it, time to accept this severance
Unleashing my emotions, I’ll let out all its prevalence.
For you’ve always been first, the precedence
Because love is an emotion, beaming with elegance.

In a different world, your soul might have flown
But my love for you has still grown.
For our memories in my soul are deeply sown
& they’ll eternally echo in my heart’s spiritual hormone.

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Note: They say love never understands it’s actual depth until the time of parting… This poem deals with the emotional turmoil that envelopes our souls when we separate from our loved ones. It also hopes to convey the message that even if the pain of parting plagues our helpless heart then we must remind ourselves regardless of how traumatic the separation might be/ have been the memories of that special someone shall always eternally breathe within us. In this poem I had the privilege to collaborate with Riya, a very gifted writer, please do visit her blog > https://aestheticgraphy.wordpress.com/   I’m sure you’ll be amazed by her creativity. 

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Broken Wings

They say in our realm a divine bird did dwell
Whom the angels addressed as Raphael.
His songs made every man’s heart swell
At least that’s what the ancient legends tell.

They say Raphael’s spiritual soul illuminated our sun
& the beasts hearing his mystic voice did run.
The moon blushed whenever his melody begun
& the stars in awe were left sparkling stunned.

Once flying across the night’s dark shore
Raphael was trapped amidst a storm’s ruthless roar
The vicious winds broke his wings to the core
It seemed the radiant Raphael couldn’t fly anymore.

From falling down, Raphael couldn’t avert
Like a meteor, his body violently crashed on earth.
His body ached, as all his veins were brutally hurt
Raphael was physically decimated in the dirt.

Amidst his tormenting pain, Raphael didn’t cry
Not a single tear dropped from his eye.
With his broken wings, he tried to fly
Impaling the storm he reached for the sky.

Although Raphael wasn’t physically the same
Yet a hopeful song in his bosom did remain.
He sang that hopeful carol that eclipsed his pain
A superlative song… that thrilled every mortal’s brain.

Hence, whenever we feel dead inside
Amidst the pain, we must learn to smile.
Even with our broken wings we must rise
For true grace comes at a painful price.

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Note: Through the medium of Raphael the bird in this poem I wished to convey that in life our hopes are like our wings with the help of which we dream & we fly, but there comes a time when we are confronted with unpredictable stormy situations in our lives that break our hopes. When we are battered & bruised by fate’s unpredictable twist we mustn’t forget about our goodness, our inner beauty that resides in our hearts. We must rise with hope & courage not only to evolve as a stronger individual but also to conquer the various stormy situations in lives without compromising on our dreams.

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Christmas Lights

Once upon a dreamy fairytale night
When people celebrated Christmas with delight.
The town twinkled brightly with Christmas lights
Alone a boy admired the lights amidst his plight.

On Christmas lights, he didn’t have money to spend
So darkness became his fiendish friend.
Like a symbol of despair, that had no end
With his incorruptible darkness, he had to contend.

While the Christmas lights blazed up with grace
The boy was trapped in his sorrow’s evil embrace.
Tears of helplessness trickled down his face
As happiness from his heart was completely erased.

Amidst the darkness’ tormenting roar
He gazed & gazed from door to door.
As Christmas lights dazzled the night’s mystic shore
A sense of deprivation from his soul did outpour.

Dodging his depression’s sinful spears
Growing up in darkness over the years.
The boy changed into a man, wiping his tears
With time he conquered his traumatic fears.

His house on Christmas still remains dark
But his Christmas lights now shine in his heart.
To connect with the deprived now his soul embarks
With his luminous heart, from his house, he departs.

His heart represents Christmas lights in their prime
He attends to others going through tough times.
Deep into the darkness he walks a thousand miles
& wiping tears, he gifts the deprived, many smiles.

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Note: Today being Christmas I see fancy Christmas lights all around me. These Christmas lights that are otherwise symbolic of good times & happiness, can also be perceived as an entity that reminds some people of the deprivation of various luxuries in their lives. Personally I feel that on Christmas it is important to light up the lives of the people who are otherwise plagued with that sense of deprivation, so according to me it doesn’t matter how fancy the Christmas lights outside on my balcony might be, what truly matters to me is whether  or not I have the inner light of compassion within me that can turn someone’s tears into a smile of hope. I sincerely hope that this Christmas may you & your family get the gift of eternal bliss & joy. Merry Christmas everyone! Let your inner light be a source of someone’s happiness this Christmas. ❤

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Love: An Enchanting Dream (Collab With Sarah)

I dream about you, so wildly well
While on me, you cast your enchanting spell.
In me, your radiant spirit begins to dwell
& thoughts about you, make my heart swell.

The weary sun, gets overpowered by your eyes
Submitting to your grace, the teary moon cries.
The envious stars, flame up the black skies
Dreaming about you, for me, their splendor dies.

Nothing compares to the beauty you hold inside
I dream about you, for you are my pride.
But the distance between us, my heart cannot abide
As yearning your embrace, my desires get amplified.

Addicted to you, I dream day & night
Of our bond, that shall be blissfully bright.
Within me you breathe, someday we shall unite
& I’ll be enveloped in your love’s luminous light.

Till then treasure my love in your heart
Softly dream about me while sleeping in the dark.
Promise me, your passion for me will forever last
& our love will be a beautiful art.

Note: This poem is for those who glorify love, it’s also for those who have been victimized by love & it’s certainly for those dreamers like me who just believe in spreading love in whatever way they can. Love is a magical manifestation of emotions that binds & unites 2 souls into one so cherish it, spread it & dream about its blissful brilliance. In this poem I had the privilege to collaborate with Sarah, she’s a magnificent writer without her flawless ideas writing this poem wouldn’t have been possible. Do visit her blog, I’m sure you’ll love her blog >  https://neverendinglives.com/

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A Quiet Man’s Parasite

A Quiet Man’s Parasites

On a day when the sun threw it’s shining spears
Quietly, a gentleman broke down in tears.
He had suffered emotionally for many years
For his near & dear ones, crafted his fears.

Possessing a pure heart, oh so gracefully grand
The sinless soul, always extended a helping hand.
But people poisoned him, with their deceiving demands
& to his own problems, none wished to understand.

People took for granted, his kind deeds
Like parasites, they savaged him with their needs.
Like predators, they enjoyed seeing his heart bleed
They smirked when for mercy he used to plead.

Now back into his eternal darkness, turning
All his bloody soul within him, burning.
With smothering sadness within him, churning
He screamed in silence when none was observing.

He tears their parasitic roots from his heart
He silently cries, being wounded in the dark.
He leaves the tranquility of his torture unbroken
As he reflects on all the lies to him that was spoken.

He abandons the parasitic people who had betrayed
From those parasites, he silently drifts away.
Going his separate, way to them he says
F*** you all & have a nice day.

Parting away, as he states this bitter-sweet wish
He crawls, in his tormented radiant bliss.
To his parasites, he blows a final farewell kiss
He gives them a taste of love, that they’ll forever miss.

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Note: I had this insecurity, this fear… of loosing out people that I adored, but with time people that I adored did go away but that fear & that insecurity didn’t. There comes a time when fake people try to manipulate you feeding off on your weaknesses & insecurities. In such situations those people act like parasites who feed off  your well-being in order to fulfill their sinful desires. Through the medium of this poem I just wish to convey that we all are complete in our own majestic way, we don’t need any fake person to justify our existence. Just like it’s important to lending hand to someone in need, similarly I feel it’s equally important to turn your back on someone who doesn’t value you as an individual. Don’t let anyone degrade your unique sense of individuality . ❤

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These Scars…(Collaboration With Ana)

These Scars…

For you, my heart blossomed like a rose
Holding your hand when I held you close.
You seemed like an angel from my sweetest dream
But gullible I was to your sinister schemes.

I held your hand from dusk till dawn
But you abandoned me amidst life’s storm.
Scarred I was, with this dark, this destructive romance
Scarred I was, by your diabolical deceptive trance.

‘Always yours..’ is what you had said
But those feelings have now dropped dead.
Abandoned & scarred I cry in my bed
While scars of sadness bleed inside my head.

I feel helplessly alone at life’s every turn
As these scars make my heart burn.
These scars decimate my mind’s peace
These scars infect me like a dark disease.

Happiness fades from my soul’s bleeding shore
I can’t smile like I used to before.
New depths of agony I continue to explore
For these scars, have annihilated my bossom’s core.

As we go our separate ways
like memories, these scars seem to forever stay.
But I’m no longer your helpless prey
& with time these scars shall fade away.

Note: I feel that past relationships are like scars because they constantly remind us of various painful memories of the past. However, I would request my readers not to indulge in any form of self-harm if they are victims of a toxic relationship. We all need to realize that we all are flawlessly magnificent in our own unique ways & if someone turns their back on us then we must move on with hope. If at all you still feel scarred (being victim of a bad relationship) I’d say rather than crying with a broken scarred heart, look forward to find someone who can mend your broken heart, someone who wouldn’t look for dazzling medals but instead would look for your bleeding scars that he/she could heal with his/her unconditional love towards you ❤ . In this poem I had the pleasure of collaborating with Ana she’s a wonderful writer, please do visit her blog>>> https://alicyana.wordpress.com/ I’m sure you’ll love her writings.

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Dance With The Devil (Collab With Jyoti)

Dance with the Devil

Upon a night that was dark & scary
A scented angel sat alone & teary.
Enveloped in darkness’ depths, she felt dreary
As her wild thoughts made her weak & weary.

She dreamt a dark fantasy, never dreamt before
Of a devil, that resided in her bosom’s core.
Of a beast, who amidst darkness encouraged her to explore
Of a demon, whose mere thought she adored.

That night, while the moon beamed
She felt the devil’s breath in her sleep.
She danced with the devil in her dream
Yet in reality, he was nowhere in her reach.

The devil also wanted to dance with her
His heart ached & pain within him did stir.
For the fantasy of their union, was depressingly blur
Hence admiring the angel from a distance, he preferred.

But every night when the stars gracefully gleam
& as the angel descends into her sleep.
The devil’s breath upon her, she feels
& she dances with the devil, in her dreams.

Note: There are bonds that sometimes can’t be defined in terms of relations, yet the emotions of love in those bonds are so overwhelming that they complete the core of our existence. This poem tries to highlight the fantasy of pain & hopes that formulate an integral part of such bonds. In this poem I had the pleasure of collaborating with Jyoti she’s a magnificent writer, please do visit her blog>>> https://jyotithelight.wordpress.com/  I’m sure you’ll love her writings.

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A Dreamer In The Dark

At nights, when mystery streams
When the pale moon, blatantly beams.
Deep into the darkness, a boy dreams
While all his nightmares, within him scream.

Drowning in the burning depths of hell,
Amidst life’s enchanted atrocious spell.
He pretends a fake smile so wildly well
It hides depression within him, that dwells.

Carrying his traumas, his dark obsessions
He dives into a galaxy of fantasy fiction.
Where like an opium addict’s, dreamy illusion
A world of his own he creates, he envisions.

Happiness is, but a dream for him
For his reality is ghastly, grey & grim.
The scars of sadness, embrace his skin
Yet dreaming makes him, smile within.

With his thoughts, darkness he decorates
With his wisdom, misery he celebrates.
With his hidden tears, smiles he creates
With his dreams, others’ lives he elevates.

Lingering hopes may continue to depart
Smothering Sadness may tear his soul apart.
Pulsating pain may rip his heart
But he’ll still be a dreamer in the dark.

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Note:- I sincerely feel that if darkness of some situation descends upon us, we must accept it with a smile on our face &  with a desire in our hearts seeking wisdom to evolve as a stronger individual. But there comes a phase when amidst all the sadness & the moment’s madness one might become bitter & might give up on their dreams. So this poem is dedicated to all the dreamers like me & hopes to deliver a heart-felt message that regardless of how depressing the situation might be, fight with fortitude, marching towards your dream, do not give up on your dream. Believe in the goodness of your dreams rather than the negativity of the dark gruesome situation for a dreamer/ believer even in darkness is capable of crafting miracles & smiles for others.  

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Hymn For Humanity (Collaboration with Tejasvi)

Caring these days is a lost art,
No one cares for the pain in someone’s heart.
We think we are civilized and smart,
But our humanity is falling apart.

We are only concerned about our own gains,
Drenched in greed, we’re going insane.
Unsympathetic we are to others’ pain,
For the devil resides in our brains.

The blood of humanity stains our world,
As the concept of sympathy gets blurred.
Why have we become so insensitively absurd?
Why is there hate in our every word?

For the stars in heaven above that gleam,
For the demons in hell underneath that scream,
Tell my soul, that sorrowfully bleeds,
Tell me, why can’t someone’s misery we feel?

We must quit our cruelty and abuse,
Others’ kind hearts we should never misuse.
Instead, we must put ourselves in their shoes,
And whenever we can, we should be of good use!

This selfish world we must refashion,
By building bonds with true compassion,
So that our souls get satisfaction,
As we put our emotional healing into action.

Let’s link arms and form a community,
And spread smiles at every opportunity.
Let our hearts be filled with purity,
Embracing our diversity, let us rise in unity.

Just a warm smile can come a long way,
To brighten someone’s life every day.
Let’s maintain our composure come what may,
Ensuring we only have kind words to say.

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Note: Humanity is that one trait that separates us humans from animals, but as the wheel of time carelessly moves on this divine trait seems to be fading away from our existence. Consumed with greed, entrapped in a cut-throat competition, it’s like we are in a rat race, yearning to see others perish. It’s easy to mock & judge a hurt soul, but it takes a considerable amount of strength to create miracles of someone’s life, it takes humanity to turn someone’s cry into a smile. So I urge my readers to extend a helping hand to heal others rather than pointing fingers & mocking a troubled heart. Create miracles for someone, heal with humanity.  

I had the honor of collaborating with Tejasvi for this poem, please do visit her blog > https://tejasvikashyap.wordpress.com/ she’s a fantastic writer. 

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