There are rain clouds above me.
Covering up the sky,
and the stars.
Every time I step forwards,
The cloudbursts in synchronised symphony.
I wish for the courage to soak up all the rain.
And when the rain stops, and clouds clear up,
I want to look at the sky and remember what promises I made!
I want to chase those dreams!
Some thoughts while I was writing these 2 poems. No self help and psychology can help an individual when they give up on themselves. Right now in this moment, I feel like I have given up. So I write, I write so that I can influence my feelings. I write so that I can alter my thoughts.
The words are a medium; inspired by thoughts, experiences, feelings, imagination, creativity.
Just like we first take shelter from the rain and storm, it is only after the rain, that there is more life. The tallest trees soak up the rain in that proportion. The nature provides many parables.
Just like a bird that struggles to fly away from the nest. If it gives up trying, it won’t ever look up at the sky.
Pride and Alive
If I were to write about blissful life, does that mean I too, will live in a bliss?
If I keep telling myself I can do this. No matter what, I can get through this. Will it make me feel different?
If I keep smiling, will the pain and sorrow dissipate?
If I stand under the sun, will I take on its shine?
If I climb up the hills and mountains, will I grow as tall?
If I keep silent, will I remain focused and calm?
If I scream out, will my voice be heard?
If I fight back, whose side will I be on? Who will be with me?
If I walk alone, will I have any pride?
If I accept who I am- will I stay alive?