1. Self-love or loving them? Which day is it?
It's a beautiful day
I woke up to the fragrance of love
I looked at myself and smiled as a gesture of love
Soaking in self-love
Pouring eternal on my partner
Patting my back and cuddling him
I promised myself
that it's okay
If I fail to do both at once
Yet sometimes I fear
What's the worst?
To lose myself or him?
In the middle of the day
Here, I wonder
What day is it?
2. Pitter-Patter! The raindrops fell on my right cheek which got a smile on my face. I noticed the kids dancing to the tunes of rain, the breeze passing by carried me along with it, to childhood nostalgia.
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The gloomy clouds began to wonder on why people relish and celebrate when the clouds shed away their tears as a downpour, after holding up the depressing emotions for a long time.
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As the clouds were lost in thoughts, they froze at a place oscillating the same feeling, they didn't realize that they were becoming part of exquisite paintings portrayed by artists and photographs clicked from below.
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The moon arrived bidding farewell to the sun. It passed through the clouds, embracing them and made its elegant presence. Distracted by its beauty the clouds noticed and asked the same question to the moon if their melancholy was worth celebrations.
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To which the moon replied:
I travel around the world and visit a place with my full glow, radiating warmth and being my complete self, only after every 15 days. During this time I realized that people look at the sky every day hoping that one day maybe just one day, we all shall shed the toxicity and appear brighter!
3. Happiness is?
Being always sad and struggling to find reasons to be glad
But when laughed at things, people thought it was silly and mad
I started pretending to be happy by following others perception
This only led to more sadness and suppression
The emotional hunt for happiness sucked me in grief
All at once, I built the courage to close my eyes and relish memories in brief
The broken crayons colouring, filling the puzzle of this detached soul
The affection with which my friend made a roll
The smile on my face when discovered extra candy in the packet
The reminiscent of nostalgic fragrance from the picture in my mother's locker
The mesmerising shades of sky revealing happiness through materialism are all lies
With the tears, I welcomed myself to reality
But this time with no regrets of the trip to happiness
From the castles made with sand on ground to flying in the sky
Happiness is everywhere
4. I have so much to talk about
But this anxiety will not let me,
I want to weep and shout
But this anxiety will not let me,
I want to react to comments that call me stout
But this anxiety will not let me,
I began to hunt for answers about self-doubt
But this anxiety will not let me,
I decided to let go past and start to bud and grow like a sprout
But this anxiety will not let me,
With furious demons all alone I fought
this anxiety I finally decided to let out
5. Could not find a place to call mine,
heard the voices through windows, 'never settle,'
from people who do not wander and roam
Flashing street lights makes the dawn moans
Life is a voyage and the brave heart is your home
