"I Am Not Okay"

People are stupid, they don’t mean what they say

They don’t say what they mean

They ignore what they have

And don’t see what has to be seen

You see, we can never get satisfied

Instead with every aspect, we get traumatised

“For what we have, is all made of stone

For what others have is all made of gold”

That is the mentality stuck in our head

And we carry it in our minds day by day till we’re dead

Why can’t we live it the easier way?

Why can’t we say just what we need to say?

When we frown upon our head, everyone asks are you alright?

You look up to them and smile

But “I am not okay” is what you’re screaming inside

You need to get it..People cannot read faces

They can’t pull you out, till you tell them what the place is,

You are your own demon hiding under your bed

You are your own whispers screaming in your head

Does the silence seem too loud?

Does your head get lost in the crowd?

Mine does too, but it is not something to be ashamed of

Just know that you’ll pull through

For I am being bullied day by day

Not by someone else but by my mind’s decay

It is never too late for you can always talk

They are people always listening

You both just need to take a walk

On an endless road for you know

Solemn was the place you were waiting to go!

"...And Then Life Happened."

After a certain age in our lives, there is a question we all have in our minds..

“What is the meaning of all of this? What is the purpose of my life?”

You know how it is supposed to be..suddenly the whole world comes crashing down

When you know you are falling and there is no one to hold you around

Well, that is how life is supposed to be

If you were looking out for something else, I bet that was all TV

How you watched F.R.I.E.N.D.S. and imagined the same with every episode you play

“But no one told you that life was gonna be this way”

I have been victimised hoping I am just way too wrong to think about stuff like this

But my soul had already left my mind; there was no hope of damage control

It is funny how you are friends for 7 years and suddenly something happens and both of you give up

When all you can do are share facebook memories with them saying “well that didn’t last long enough”

It makes me angry how easy it is for us to let go of the things we love

Or did we actually love them? and just got bored and thought they were never good enough?

While you are reading this, I bet you are thinking of how you felt back then

When you had the best times of your life and suddenly it all starts from “Remember When..”

Young, wild and free, never in our lives this was not the thing we imagined

Funny how every story ends with “..and then life happened”

Not Alone

The first person who held me high taught me “faces are always deceiving”

This little brain in my head got this monster under his bed

That trust no one became a conclusion not a thought

That alone is the way every battle is fought

That breathing goes slow every time you are alone 

But alone was my home, it has been the only place I’ve known

Yet I quiver, 

In all these faces, my voice tends to shiver  

If I will trust someone else, I might be left finished and broke

It was the only way the world was supposed to go

So I put on my mask and leave the home and smile

Take the high road off every place and walk a little mile

Because I used to think that I am the only one who feels alone

 Only to find out, everyone is begging for a place to belong

Some are like me, who smile through everyday 

Hoping they will never give up 

But some do, put a bullet in their brain

For the world, they were never enough

It goes out for everyone of you who thinks life has ruined everything for you

Trust me, you will find someone if you really want to 

I may sound offensive, but what can I do?

If you kill yourself on social media

You were a coward, I hate it, but it’s true

I know about being shy, I have been there

Where you scream all day in your head and no one seems to care

 But why will they care, if they can’t see what is coming to them?

Tell them about it, your soul will be blessed.

Open your eyes and see the bright sky

There is a world for you and me, we are the children of light

Where flowers bloom all day and shadows glow all night 

Where world has a wicked soul and the angels of might

Trust me and talk, and every one will listen 

People live to be heroes and that is what we are missing

I have been alone and have been broken down too

So if I can try and talk, then so can you

And when you do talk , you realize they are not made of stone 

And your heart will be light and you will not be alone

Remember When!

                      “Wish we could turn back time 

To the good old days”

This twenty one pilot symphony isn’t just something to ring in your head. It is an anthem running wild in our minds. It is not just good music, it is a cry for help. From all those who wanted to go back to the way they felt, who wanted to feel belongingness in their life. I am victim of this too, so here I am speaking it out to you.
Do you remember how you used to be, when you were young? Of course, you do, it is and will always be the best time of your life. Do you remember the dreams that you used to have? When you wanted to be a pilot, then a doctor, then a painter and then suddenly an automobile engineer but all we do is compromise now.
Why do we compromise? What makes us compromise? ..It is us!
I am telling you, you can think of being great or you can be great..there is a fine line between this. People who made it big in the market had only thing in common..they never gave up..I am sure there are times when you start to think that it is the end of the world..but love, did you get out of the house..took a turn that was right for you and found out there is so much more left in this life?
Remember how beyblade at 5 and pokemon at 5.30 meant the world to you…I get it that you get matured by time and “Cartoons are for kids” but whining is for pussies. How your group used to be so enormous, how you used to play all the time...but whenever you go out now is to light a smoke between your lips just to make sure you feel fine. Remember how you used to love your mom when she brought you gifts…it has been years you have been there for her, haven't you?! ..it’s high time now, love her down to bits.
Remember how birthdays were just amazing, where you used to sit and smile while everyone embarrassed you, you sat with glowing eyes gazing. Now that’s the time you get high, that is the only way you know how to have fun and be alright, be insane and lose control, but it’s not the senses you lose, it’s your soul.
I have been a victim of this growing up and I have lost control but as soon as I tend to fall down, I hold something to make my own…we have this habit of giving up and seeking for attention..hoping someone would come to save, ourselves we forget to mention…
I am sick and tired of moving in circles, I am sick I compromise my whole..so here I am doing what I love..and I am in control!

Stand up to yourself and that my friend will suffice, do something you love in life instead of a compromise.