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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A Child’s Smile

It was a depressing dark night
Tears dribbled, my demons won the fight.
In darkness as I secretly cried
I heard an innocent soul giggle & smile.

A child was playing in the dark
carefree & sinless was his heart.
Amidst the darkness of the night
The boy laughed & smiled bright.
 
His laughter reminded me of my past
I recalled my childhood, that depleted fast.
Those were days when I had no worries
life was peaceful, blessed with luxuries.

My smile faded away with time
By life’s hardships I was victimized.
Just then the child held my hand
I felt as if my sorrow he understands.

I saw the child’s hopeful smile
There was a blissful twinkle in his eye.
Amidst my depression I realized
The child was a younger reflection of mine.    
 
Dawn breaks, the sun begins to shine
The child’s smile motivates me to rise.
Fulfilling child’s dream is a duty of mine
Unlike me, on his smile he’ll never compromise.

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Note:- I personally feel that dull is the soul of a person who cannot cherish & admire the innocence that oozes out from the smile of a child. Through the medium of this poem I want to convey that every child in his/her own right is a promise for tomorrow & a blessing for today. This poem also aims to highlight the value of mutual respect between younger & older generation.

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Lone Heart’s Lullaby

 

I sit in the coldest corner of the room
As loneliness corrupts my life’s bloom.
My shadow is my lone friend
Haunted  by loneliness this nightmare won’t end.

I once had a life full of zeal
But now it’s just a past memory.
Now my life is a diabolical curse
A living nightmare, that just gets worse.

In my darkness, I am my own prisoner
People still consider me as a social sinner.
Out of insecurity, to people I used to cling
They vanished, but the fear of losing them didn’t.

Lone warrior I am, confronting my fears
Forging forward, with my burning tears.
Amidst this personal darkness of mine
Like a burning, bright star I will shine.
I know, I’m not perfect for this world
but why should my existence be blurred.
come hell or high waters, I will fight
overpowering darkness, my inner light will rise.

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Note:- Being a loner myself in the past, somewhere down the line my life was driven by an insecurity of loosing out on the people I love. Like the seasons those loved ones changed as well , they vanished from my life but even they parted, a memory of theirs lingered within me. They went out of my life, but the fear of loosing them didn’t. So this poem is from the point of view of a loner, it deals with the psychology of a loner, his outlook to life & his self awakening to the fact that our life isn’t driven by people around us. What drives a person’s life is his/her will power to overcome the darkness of his/her regardless of how hostile the situation might be.  

The Nightingale

The Nightingale

It was a tormenting night
When my depression, became my kryptonite.
I tried to be strong with all my might
But depression won, I lost the fight.

Walking outside in the dark
I experienced pain in my heart.
My hope seemed to be torn apart
From my life, as  I saw happiness depart.

Walking outside I saw a nightingale, fragile & old
It sang a melody which overpowered the harsh cold.
Nightingale’s melody had fortitude & was bold
It inspired me, in ways that can’t be told.

That nightingale made me realize
Every now & then, our hopes tend to die.
& even when, we feel helpless & fragile
We shouldn’t give up, we must rise.

The nightingale was a symbol of hope
against the poison depression, it was my antidote.
Unforgettable were the melody’s mesmerizing musical notes
In my heart the nightingale’s memory shall forever float.

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Note : In life depression & hardships can mentally paralyze a person, life seems meaningless then. But it’s at this point in life when a source of inspiration can ignite hope & provide a meaningful direction to our respective lives. In this poem I have used the symbol of nightingale to highlight that source of incorruptible inspiration that can galvanize a depressed heart with a sense of hope.

My Responsibilities, My Religion

Introspecting, I review the essence of my spirit
Forging forward I break my last limit.
The journey is long & unkind
But my sense of duty consumes my mind.

Fate tempts me with it’s materialistic desires
But a sense of responsibility ignites a fire.
Trampling on what my heart aspires
Forging forward is what my responsibilities require.

Temptations test my will to the core
But my responsibilities, are something I can’t ignore.
Forging forward, my willpower roars
For my duty I sacrifice what my heart adores.

Note:- Sometimes in life a sense of duty and responsibility overpowers the sense of desire. Sometimes we just have to sacrifice on our personal desires in order to meet the responsibilities & expectations that are expected from us.

 

Liberation From Miseries

There comes a time when all our hopes are shattered in despair, we burn in the agony of sorrow as we are consumed & haunted by a sense of helplessness. It is at this juncture in life when we must understand our responsibilities in life & fight the hostile situation head on rather than lamenting about our misfortune. This poem of mine intends to highlight the importance being the creator of your happiness regardless of what the situation is like.

Liberation From Miseries

Trapped in the shackles of fate
Victimized & drugged by the world’s hate
My life seems to stagnate
I find myself in a helpless state.

But my responsibilities ignite a fire
I forge forward, keeping aside my materialistic desire
Defeating my demons now, is what I aspire
My fortitude is incorruptible, it can’t expire.

Adversities may try to corrupt my life
Destiny might again stab me, with it’s knife
But my soul’s evolution, is happening inside
Even with my bleeding wounds, I’ll always rise.

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Dreamer: The Fantasy Explorer

Sometimes in life, we get caught up in the wicked vicissitudes of the materialistic world  that we forget the importance of our individual creativity & imagination. It is at this juncture in life that we must close our eyes on the outer world in order to connect with the world that resides within us (our personal creativity). Yes hard-work is important in life , but one must not be so caught up with reality that he/she loose their ability to imagine & embrace the creativity that resides within them.

Dreamer: The Fantasy Explorer

My heart holds an imaginary ecstasy,
I explore a world which seems like a fantasy.
In my world i love to explore
To discover something new, is what i adore.

People think that I day dream
while my mind continues to flow like a stream
The world regards me helplessly insane
As I continue to  wander in my fantasy lane.

To the world this dreamer has one advice,
That imagination can be a blissful paradise
So close your eyes, in order to see
realize, how glorious your imagination can be.

Don’t let the materialistic world corrupt your originality
Let your creativity nurture your personality.
Fly freely in the realm of time,
Enjoy your fantasy in it’s prime.

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True Beauty

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.

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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.

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Ode To The Enemy

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.

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The Wounded Warrior

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.

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Tomb of My Dreams

Tomb of my dreams is a symbol of depression & agony that settles in when our dreams & aspirations are broken by the wicked vicissitudes of life. Demons/devils are the fears & hardships that constantly try to harm us in some way or the other. We must not give up in life & let the depression take over so that it dictates it’s terms to us, instead we must move forward accepting whatever life has to throw at us with open arms & a smile on our face, because we all are greater than our hardships in life.

Tomb of My Dreams

Life opened my eyes to it’s brutality,

As my dreams were crushed by reality.

My heart was once filled with dreams,

Now it’s haunted by their helpless screams.

 

I sit here in the tomb of my dreams,

As devils and demons fly above me.

My soul cries tears of blood,

As my dreams are buried in mud.

 

My dreams were murdered by my fate,

But one day they shall reincarnate.

On the grave of my dreams I shall wait,

For their resurrection which I’ll someday celebrate.

 

In life we fall, we rise,

Sometimes we die a bit inside.

We must take hardships in our stride,

So that our existence is justified.

 

Although the night is deadly dark,

In darkness shines the brightest star.

Tomb of my dreams gave me a scar,

But with a new dream on my journey I’ll embark.

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Lone Wolf

Note : In this poem I have used the symbol of a lone wolf to express that in bad times the society tends to isolate an individual & treat him/her like a social outcast. Used the symbol of the moon to suggest that even in bad times there is some entity , some obsession  that always ignites hope & inspires us to rise again & push our own limits. The darkness in the poem is the embodiment of the various hardships that  haunt an individual who is going through a troubled phase of life & the stars are a symbol of various people who tend to mock & run us down in bad times.

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Lone Wolf 

I was disgraced by my own pack,

On me they turned their back.

Now my shadow is my only mate,

After this cruel twist of fate.

 

The night seems dark & mysterious,

As my life is no longer luxurious.

With a stigma in darkness I walk,

 At my misery stars glitter & mock.

 

I’m the wolf who walks alone,

Loneliness is seared in my every bone.

Moon, my lover ignites hope in this dark,

Motivates to move forward, by showing the path.

 

Being alone, now the world is my battlefront,

But every hardship i shall fearlessly confront.

In life to me everyone has been heartless,

Nevertheless, I’ll be the prince of my darkness.

 

As depression & darkness formed an alliance,

Moving forward, I howled with fortitude & defiance.

Expressing my love to moon I howled in prime,

Through darkness as I again began my climb.

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Underdog: The Unvanquished

This poem aims to engrave the notion that you should not let the negativity from the outside affect the greatness that lies within you. The world may degrade & disgrace you in every possible way but you should fearlessly move forward towards your goals. If you are struggling with some problem work towards it with sincerity; be humble & helpful in your struggle to success.

 

Underdog: The Unvanquished

 

Glittering in my eyes are my dreams,

I’m determined to achieve them by all means.

People around always judge me,

They fail to realize my potential accurately.

 

Lazy loser I am to the world,

To them possibility of my victory seems blurred.

In me their wicked words ignite a fire,

To prove them wrong is my ultimate desire.

 

From my soul I shall work hard,

Won’t compromise on putting in the extra yard.

They all shall see my true capability,

As I shall embrace victory with utmost humility.

 

 

Once I reach the top of the ladder,

On my achievement i won’t blabber.

I’d be empathetic to other underdogs’ plight,

Will motivate them to fight for their right.

 

Glittering in my eyes are my dreams,

I’m determined to achieve them by all means.

People around always judge me,

They fail to realize my potential accurately.

 

Lazy loser I am to the world,

To them possibility of my victory seems blurred.

In me their wicked words ignite a fire,

To prove them wrong is my ultimate desire.

 

From my soul I shall work hard,

Won’t compromise on putting in the extra yard.

They all shall see my true capability,

As I shall embrace victory with utmost humility.

 

 

Once I reach the top of the ladder,

On my achievement i won’t blabber.

I’d be empathetic to other underdogs’ plight,

Will motivate them to fight for their right.

Song Of The Phoenix

Introduction : I had to quit my job for which I worked with my whole heart &  soul.  I was depressed &  the negative judgemental  comments from people around me just added salt to my wounded self esteem.  In this tough phase of my life I came across the figure of  phoenix which to me is a symbol of eternal hope. My poem talks about the rising of the phoenix from the ashes of misery, I have tried to connect the process of rise of the phoenix with a person who is trying to overcome  &  rise above his/her own problems in life. I hope through the medium of my poem the mystic figure of phoenix is able to infuse positivity in the lives of my readers.

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Dawn breaks through the dark,
igniting a divine fire in my heart.
The scars of sadness are engraved on my soul,
I review my stigmas & depression untold.
Recalling all my past fears,
makes my eyes drench with tears.

Keeping an unvanquished spirit in my heart,
I evolve &  reincarnate as a mystic art.
I take the negativity in my stride, 
spreading my wings wide, I begin to glide.
I rise from the ashes of despair,
Exhibiting my prime glory I fly with flair.

To the past negativity I have gratitude,
as I continue to fly forward with a positive attitude.
Not just the phoenix but mortals too should realize
when people criticize &  the world despise. 
Then in life we must die a bit inside, 
so that we are reborn stronger &  we rise.

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