Tough times.

They seldom come,
These tough times,
But when they do,
They play with our minds.
They show reality.
A glimpse of what could be,
If not controlled.
But the light times,
That lie within,
That show true bliss,
Are what should be.

They seldom come,
These tough times,
But when they do,
They open our eyes.
They show us our true calling,
Lead us to bliss.
These may be the darkest times,
But that’s when we see the light.
Put an end to all our slumbers,
Awaken us,
To fulfill our dreams.

They seldom come,
These tough times,
But when they do,
They change our lives.

Lost answers.

Where was the dreamer in you?
The birdwatcher.
You were taught about a bird’s flight,
And you stopped imagining what it’s like.
Why did you stop?
Please continue to dream.

Where’s the believer in you?
The rebel.
“You always want too much”, they said,
And you let them get to your head.
Why did you let go?
Hold on, they’re your beliefs.

When did you lose all that courage?
You brave heart.
The fear that you should have known,
Was always right outside your door.
You still can venture.
What’s keeping you inside?

Can you set your mind free?
Can you believe in yourself?
Can you do what you want to?

For Lighter Times.

Life’s a little difficult,
And I’m imagining things.
This phase will go by,
But I look beyond.

I wish I was travelling,
Or on a long drive,
On a bus into the woods,
Or on a train chugging south.

But here I am,
Stretching myself,
I know I must remain busy,
To enjoy my lighter moments.

Your strange world.

Well there you are again,
Crying comfortably,
On the shoulder of uselessness.
Comfortingly strokes you,
And puts you to bed.
But when you wake up,
You’re all the more scared.
Then doubt and temptation
Loom around like fake friends.
Do no good,
Just get on your nerves.

Then you question it all,
How unfair everything is,
And you can’t explain anything,
Even to yourself.

You thought you knew your world well,
And suddenly it’s a strange place.

The Illusion

A big illusion,
And lives change,
Some know the truth,
Can’t express their thoughts.
A fighter, a princess,
And the winner.

The observers cry,
Pass a smile,
Turmoil in their heads they hide.
They all want to be,
A part of what they’re not,
The big illusion.

To be inspired or not,
Or to miss the illusion,
When they return to their lives.
Not knowing that their lives,
Are illusions to others,
Another big illusion.

Can’t live those lives,
Only observe them.
Go back to theirs,
Is all they can do.
Wishing to live,
The illusion they saw.

The Brown Rose

She gave me a brown rose,
And told me to keep it,
Between the pages of my favourite book.
And I did.
It was fake.
As I shut the book,
And put it between the others,
It squished the petals,
And released the toxin.
It burnt the pages,
And spoilt the ink.
She’d vowed to take my pleasures away.

My Dream World

I don’t want to,
This isn’t my calling,
Success doesn’t lie here,
I belong somewhere else.

Where words flow out,
Free from the mind,
Free from the world,
Into human hearts.

Words that understand,
Express all emotions,
Make one comfortable,
The world worth living.

Where I can fly,
Like birds in the sky,
With no limits,
My imagination runs wild.

It should feel like home,
Some place I call my own,
Where I can still be at ease,
In the darkest of times.

Where I’m inspired,
Not just in bad times,
But in good times as well,
To express happiness.

This wonderful world,
I have in my mind,
But until it’s conceived,
I’ll have to return.

Belief

It might have taken years,
But the believer in me,
Has woken up again,
Standing up to the cynic in me.
The evil doesn’t last forever.
It just takes a little love,
To have hope and faith,
And a belief to believe in,
To live a life,
And not just survive.

It feels good to feel good,
To have all the happy thoughts,
Spread them all around.
To know when you’re right,
Stand up to the wrong.
To love with all you have,
And know it will be alright.
To feel nothing is in vain.
To learn to only give,
And not feel foolish about it.

You Complete Me

I’ve been waiting, wishing all this while,
Now, I’m just sitting quiet,
Hoping someday you’ll walk by,
And I’ll know you by your smile.
All these girls who break my heart,
Are like the demons in my head,
Every time they break my heart,
Try to stop me from believing in you.

When I find you,
We can show them,
All their jokes and pretty eyes,
Were never really as much fun as you.
We can laugh at all the times,
When my little stupid mind,
Thought I was in love with them,
And tried to put them in your place.

And then I’ll find you,
When all the vanity is through.
What’ll remain,
Will be the way you make me feel.
When I disappear,
And so do you.
When all the emptiness vanishes,
And you complete me.