You are the secret that isn’t a secret
You were there to create me
You will be there to guide me
You really are everybody’s fate
You are always there at every rate
With You, we won’t be lost in the maze
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The sun isn’t sorry for being bright
Moon isn’t sorry for it comes late at night
Rain isn’t sorry for it falls
Lightning isn’t sorry for scaring us all
So why do you need to be sorry
For being genuine and being you
For being the real version of yourself
And just true?
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Why are your poems so dark they ask
But I often tend to ignore such remarks
The darkness that my successive lines read
Are not just a combination of words
They are a way of fulfilling my need
My need to express what I feel
My need to tell untold stories
My need to fight my silent battles
My need to let out my manly cries
Some of them are silent cries
Some of them are loud cries
Some of them are tearless cries
Because somehow I’m always calm
And my eyes tend to remain dry
Since they knew me before
They say I was that one pure soul
Who willingly chose darkness
But even they can’t see the hidden truth
So they’ll have to wait for that one sleuth
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There comes a time after midnight
Usually a few hours before dawn
Where feelings are too raw to hide
And thoughts too dark for the light
When secrets feel too dark to share
And life becomes too messy to care
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There goes my mind… again
Trying to balance my thoughts on a tightrope
Too bad I’m as clumsy as they get
I create solutions for problems
That have no chance of existing
And see the future in a false reality
I play tag of war with my insecurities
While ignoring all positive thoughts
Sometimes I lack the strength
To fully believe in my own self
Why does my mind play tricks on me?
I know I am great
Or am I?
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She is broken
See the thing about her is
I don’t really know if she’s broken
Unless she wants me to know
The irony is that at some point
I could almost swear she wanted to tell me
That she wasn’t okay, perhaps far from it
That she has rough nights way too often
That I should read in between the lines
That she recites in our silence
I think it’s my dimpled smile
That maybe makes her get cold feet
Like that may not be something
That I’d want to hear from her
I don’t know about anyone’s life
I hate how I trick myself into believing
That I might kinda somehow do
But no matter how close we can be
I have dark mosaics in my soul
That I don’t let people see
That’s just how I adjusted to life
Because we are all broken
In places we don’t bleed
And I want to tell her that I am too
But I know, I know all too well
Why she chooses to remain silent
And I Understand
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Dear GOD
I Struggle with these cards of Life
That You dealt me with
I’m not a Saviour and I’m no Saint
I just feel like a Pet in a Cage
Like I’m my Owner, Captor and Captive
I’ve trekked Wildernesses and Deserts
I’ve drowned in Rivers and Seas
I’ve walked through fierce Storms
I’ve dragged myself through Infernos
I’ve come out of battles with deep Scars
But I hardly feel like a Warrior
This War just doesn’t seem to end
Why does it have to take so long
To get out of this Cycle of Pain?
How do I turn this into a source of Power?
I hope that I will become a Survivor
Because I’m neither a Fighter nor a Hero
The Only thing I’ve ever Fought for
Was the will to Exist here
Now the Hardest part remains
Living for Someone Else
While still Loving my Owned SelfP.S
I Know You Are For Me
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They say forgive and forget
Well it’s true that I did forgive
But it would be a fat white lie
If I said that I will forget
See a part of me died that night
And I was the only present at my funeral
Even though I was Loved back to life
I’m still left with the memories of dying
And every time I look in the mirror
I know that I’ll never be that me again
But I still see every single one of them
The ghosts of my past selves
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From the day you were born
Most of you were given an obligation
That you should always understand your parents
Understand their age, their work, their pain
Understand their responsibilities & the times we live in
Understand that they don’t need to be perfect
They just need a perfect kid
Understand that parents know everything
And you are just a kid
Understand that just because you have eyes
Doesn’t mean you have a point of view
Understand that you don’t know what’s best for you
People often ask, “what’s wrong with you?”
They seldom ask, “what happened to you?”
Yet everyone expects you to find your own way
And somehow become someone
That your parents can be proud of
I don’t think broken children find the time to become
I think they just are
And most stay as they are
And I understand.
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