Feeling Too Much

At times you feel something so strongly that you start wondering of you are actually feeling it or not.

You start judging yourself in the worst way possible that you don’t even consider yourself as real.

You consider yourself so unreal that you start wishing for all of it to be a dream, nightmare to be precise; hoping to wake up just before everything fell apart.

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The Coming Storm

How do you just wait, wait, wait,

For the storm to come and break, break, break,

Into pieces tiny,

The faith, faith faith.

Build a fort or the fate, fate, fate,

Will ruin you with destiny ungreat.

Turn it over with some sail, sail, sail,

Taking your ship to a place, place, place,

Where you have no hate, hate, hate.

Don’t you just wait, wait, wait,

For the storm to come and break, break, break.

Deal Done

I’m done dealing with people who don’t have guts to agree to disagree.

I’m done dealing with people who have too much of ego filled in their thick that slicing it will only break the knife.

I’m done dealing with people who emit negative vibes and create global warming in my body.

I’m done dealing with people who bluff so much yet are not able to win a single deal.

I’m done with the dealing.

Ataraxia

You were like the breath of fresh air filling my lungs when I was choking with the smoke of unhappiness.

You were like the drug which a patient on a life support requires to live his life normally again.

You were like the catalyst which speeds up the reaction of the reactants in a chemical reaction.

You were like the value of “x” which a maths problem asks you to find on numerous occasions.

You were everything which is required to complete basic daily tasks in the most conventional way possible.

Read a previous poem here.

Upset

How the word upset has a combination of two positive words and yet means something which is totally disheartening and broken!

Today’s mood has been upset ever since it started. I guess, some days are just not meant to be good and thus howsoever you try to be positive or keep hopes of something good or relatively glorious to happen, it just cannot happen because all you can feel is upset.

Also, because you’re upset the whole day and there is practically no one to understand it because the people around you are themselves so upset or spineless that it makes you sad and angry at the same time to be among them.

What a loss, today.

Read a pervious blog here.

Hours

Hours have been many,

Too long to be patient,

Chores have been too many,

Some certain,

Some uncertain.

Moods have been too many,

Handled few with patience,

Few subdued uncertain.

Hours have been too long,

Long enough to be patient.

Surface

You won’t even know,

When the day ends,

After talks happening only on the surface.

You won’t even know,

When the day ends,

After tasks being alloted only on the surface.

You won’t even know,

When the day ends,

After tasks accomplished only on the surface.

You won’t even know,

When the day ends,

After fake hours with fake people only on the surface.