Stuck

My keys went from fourteen sentences to zero
I feel like I need another free throw.

This poem is taking me back to my teenage self
I want to binge-eat that cookie jar on the shelf.

There’s probably an illness termed for people like me
I’ll deny it with all the strength I have though, if need be.

It’s just a phase, and you’ll get over it, I say
“It’s a feeling that’s soon going to rot and decay.”

Do you speak to yourself like I do?
Internal monologues make me find stuff true.

It’s just a phase, and you’ll get over it, I say
“It’s a feeling that’s soon going to rot and decay.”

Guess what? I’m not the person to make a quick buck
I’m the one that works passionately, and yet I’m stuck!

Original!

And then I said, “I’m not the one you’re looking for.”

I’ve heard so many authors, philosophers, advisors say,

“Fake it till you make it” to build your way.

Fake being happy and you will be one day,

Or fake being rich and money will fall on your way.

 

Crazy, I might seem to them, but I strongly disagree

Why should I fake being someone, when I have my own degree?

It’s not arrogance or ego,

I’m truly sorry if you felt so.

 

I just am curious and I want to know,

Does faking really work that well though?

I want to know why should I hide

Behind a mask that’s… teary eyed.

 

I mean to say, I’m happy to spend the money I have

I’m also happy to fight the struggles I have.

I’m ready here, to own my mistakes, my missteps, my flaws

What is it then, that might stop me from applause?

 

Isn’t it enough tough, to be oneself already?

That they want me to manage two personalities and yet be ready.

I’m ready here, to be embarrassed, to make a fool out of myself, to learn

It’s alright if money will be less, at least it will be what I earn.

 

It makes me mad they want me to fake my reality in just the one life I have?

Why do I believe them, what if they’re faking the thoughts they have?

Running Away!

Blames, excuses, complaints…

I’ve been running away

Into a grassland that’s grey.

It’s scary no, to visualize that?

And yet, that’s where I’m driving at.

 

It’s crazy to narrate of this eerie grey grass,

It cuts through my feet, like sharp pieces of glass

You imagine the blood… don’t you?

It doesn’t hurt much now, it’s not my debut.

 

I’ve been coming here as a kid, into this dead grey land

To bury my head, in the sand.

I see a shadow, just a shadow on that far off tree

She calls out my name, my blood she wants to pree.

 

Mockingly, unfair, she laughs at me

She calls me closer, offers me tea.

I still can’t see her and I’m not scared anymore

I told you right? I’ve come here ample before.

 

You don’t want to imagine, what I’m going to tell you now,

It’s funny, she knows everything about me somehow.

I want to see her, I want to grab that tea,

I want to know why… she lives on this dead tree.

 

And then I wake up from this horrid dream everyday,

I guess, I’ve been running too long anyway.

Into a grey grassland of, “I’ll do it next time”

Into the air that’s nothing but grime.

 

Into grass that’s shattered pieces of my will and grit

Into flowers that scream, “You can’t do it!”

Towards the shadow of death, that mocks me every night

And I still wake up to see bright sunlight.

 

I have high hopes and I know I’ll make it possible too

For these grasslands can’t haunt enough, even if they try to.

May death call my name, let me see her face to face

She’ll be pleased I know, to see my grace.

 

For I’ll be standing proud, of the life I’ve lived

Above all the challenges, I’ve outlived.

She wouldn’t be able to mock then, quietly she’ll see

My eyes wink at her, with courage and glee.

Something!

I’m looking for something, within.

It’s as crazy as it may seem

I’m here looking for a shining beam.

It doesn’t have to be supreme

And it shouldn’t appear like a dream.

It’s there, I can see the color through my veins

It’s flowing through my body, at times it pains.

But in my heart this space it obtains

I constantly refrain, it explains.

I said, it might seem crazy but it’s kinda true

The feeling I can feel today, have you felt it too?

That we’re here to create a soul so new

That’s unheard, unseen, untouched, still due.

It’s like I’m here, to not survive but to create

Something that I can’t translate

A thing that’s a part of my gut, to be my fate

To be remembered centuries after I’m late.

It’s there, I can see the color through my veins

It’s flowing through my body, at times it pains.

But in my heart this space it obtains

I constantly refrain from it, it explains.

Crazy Was Her Name!

Crazy isn’t just a word for some people.

Not an always happy face

But courage lived in her eyes with grace.

Her mind was mighty and apace

To change her name from an in-case to ace.

Some said her warmth could thaw ice

Some complained she was too precise.

Her truthful eyes weren’t dessert, but spice

She called her home, a little Paradise.

They said, her silence would eat her up one day,

But the words of her mind could only pave the way

To where she wished to reach one day

And never turn or look away.

We don’t know whether to call it a blessing or fame

Nobody knows whether this was her only aim.

Dismissed, unnoticed, uncured was then, this young dame.

Let me tell you, Crazy was her name.

One Man Army!

I want to tell you the story of a man today.

It took a man to define the gravitational force

It took a man to believe that there resides a life within a horse.

Christopher Columbus taught us the value of discovery

Aristotle coined terms that could help in human recovery.

The computer that I am using today is because of Mr. Seymour Cray

Michelangelo is the person who taught the world of color grey.

Mr. Graham Bell gave us something that we all just love today

Heard of Beethoven? He gave us music that even toddlers would recognize any day.

I have many more names to add on, to this list of great and powerful

Trust me they are a huge strong army and quite bountiful.

But it is not them that I want to talk about today,

These are people who were crazy like someone present with us, this day.

The story of this man, is less known and even lesser told about

Yet I can say he’ll do something worth it, without doubt.

Because it takes a man to climb to Mt. Everest,

It only takes one man to be known in the sea of runners, the fastest.

One man alone decides to be a part of the army that can be called great

Takes one man alone to be remembered forever even after he’s late.

Alone he fights his battles unknown

He has concluded that his dreams were written in stone.

Yes, I know I’ve created enough puzzles to introduce to you

That, the one man who believes in becoming legendary is You.