I started out to think.. that this is my story..
But when I moved on further I realised that it's not..
No poem belongs to one person.. n this is the most beautiful thing about poetry.. In few words, it can capture the lives & sentiments of many..
This is strange how everyone shares this element of similarity even while juggling with one's own uniqueness.. How everyone wants to blend in.. This poem is nothing but an idea.. a thought blended into rhyme.. you might have felt the same at some point of your life.. or you might have seen this idea somewhere else.. in someone else's words.. But, the core remains the same.. n It always will be n that is..
You are Unique.. just like everyone else.. :)
I've flowers blooming around me
& birds flying high in the sky,
There's so much to be happy about
but still I find myself so dry..
As the world moves swiftly in front of me
I'm standing here all alone,
Thinking if it will lose its pace
When I will be dead & gone..
Will I be remembered with love
like the essence of a breeze,
Or will I be forgotten
the way leaves wither away from trees..
Will the winds stop blowing
Will the rainbow lose its charms,
Will the sky miss me standing below it
Opening wide my arms..
Will the sun reduce its intensity
Will it stop shining bright,
Will the stars & the moon miss me too
gazing at them at night..
Will the earth stop spinning for a moment
& notice my absence,
For all I did was to live a life
without making any difference..
For I lived like a stubborn tide
crashing at random places,
Trying to embrace anonymity
scared of my different faces..
Tried to suppress my individuality
wanted to get lost in the crowd,
Always trying to keep them happy
while my own soul cried out loud..
I always tried to become
what others wanted me to be,
In pursuit of their love
I stopped loving real me..
When the truth basked upon me
like a sudden blow,
I broke into a hundred pieces
Didn't know where to go..
But life's not meant for crying
for nurturing hurt & pain,
With a new sense of purpose & hope
My new journey began..
When bad times come to break you
It's only to strengthen your core,
Coz no matter how tall a rock stands
It has to turn into pebbles to reach the seashore...
