The world has become so dangerous that we can’t even recognize our ‘friends and foes’. It makes it hard to survive here without being suffocated once in a while.😔😶
Though I didn’t want to lie
But couldn’t in front of them easily cry
Don’t wanna show’em this dark side of mine
But couldn’t find myself saying goodbye
Frustated with misery I looked at the sky
On seeing the birds admired to fly
But couldn’t leave those friends of mine
Out of anxiety I wanted to die
People are hella scary oh my!
I can’t just ignore even if I try
When I saw those eyes staring at me
Got really scared I couldn’t but sigh
But one day I’ll definitely say goodbye
To all those who think I can only cry
What do you take me, for I ask?
I’ll be looking at you from the top of the sky
Jiraya once said,
“Knowing how it feels to be in pain is exactly why we try to be kind to others”
This is the poem that I wrote after coming from Islamabad(April 2019).
That trip was so amazing that I was forced to write something good about life.This was literally something that I wrote after “Someone like me” I mean,”Someone like me” was such an emotional piece of poetry and then this popped out in my mind…Sometimes,we are so depressed by the bad cicumstances that we become UNGRATEFUL for the good things…we’re just complaining all the time and nagging….
But I believe,sometimes…we gotta stop all of that and say “Alhamdulillah”(Thank you,God).
This is for my favourite teacher of all times…my maths teacher.
His beautiful way of teaching is the reason why I chose maths…
Thank you Sir for making me realize the reason why they call their teachers their “Spiritual Fathers” -MRK
He helped me get through some hard times….He always showed a positive attitude regardless of the circumstances.That’s why he is my ideal personality along with my father.The best thing about him is that he had an adverse past…like he had many problems with his job and stuff(everybody has some kind of past…good or bad)
But he never gave up! He turned it into a glorious victory of his by being positive and accepting the facts….Once again,THANK YOU SIR FOR BEING AN INSPIRATION!!
Priceless,they reckon,I’m easy to forget
Like an old big house that is to let
But the worth of the old is too much for words
The allure of which no one has met
Dying for serenity,I’m unable to get
People believe it comes with a private jet
The core of my heart is deprived of that peace
That can’t be paid for,I can surely bet
When the wind blows at the break of the day
When the rainwater flows along the path of the hay
The sight is majestic for the perturbed soul
Faster it grows,the heartbeat of the gay
Stunning it is,that dancing red rose
That once seemed dark as the gang of crows
The dark night of loneliness that looked immortal
It’ll surely reappear but it’s far from being close