Everything went so bad so fast
And all I wanted was not to let that feeling last
And last it did
Beyond immeasurable hours
Or atleast it felt that way
That the whole world around me was tumbling down
Like I’m just a face with a frown, who’s waiting for my feelings to drown
Eyes swollen, heart heavy
Here we go again
Let’s make the car go revvy
Which topics would you like to be more informed about?
Politics and Technology
What could you do more of?
I don’t know. Maybe, relax?
New hopes, new dreams, new internal screams
A new year, shifting gears, here we go again, trying to make sense of the moving trains
No comparison, no resemblance, just one day after another, trying to do best for self without letting social media affect my progress
What brings a tear of joy to your eye?
Any day where I don’t have to pay 🤣🤓
Do we write only when we’re upset? I remember being reflective about things when I had anxiety
Not that I sail through life with ease now, but practicing gratitude has helped me immensely
If I’m back to writing today, does it mean I’m in my thoughts where I’m contemplating a change again?
Back to WordPress, where things feel somewhat easy, people across the globe looking at what I write, some even relating to my plight
Weary mind,
Teary eyes,
What is this world where everyone cries?
Trying to find my craft
In this dim-lit path
That has been left for me
In the cultural aftermath
Some say love is one,
Love is blind, how love is so kind.
But what about those who say:
Love is pain, to love is shame, as it only leaves you feeling disdained.
What notable things happened today?
I woke up.
On one hand, hope is a good thing. Maybe the best of things. But, on the other hand, it is an undiscovered disappointment.
If you were to change your name, what would your new name be?
Have you heard my name? 🥹 I’m legitimately grateful for it.
A thing isn’t beautiful because it lasts, it’s a privilege to be among them
Describe your dream chocolate bar.
Little velvety, little crusty, this isn’t a juxtaposition, however I would want the bar to be very chocolatey, and somewhat milky.
When I walk on the road, I see a lovely garden on my left and intricate houses and fancy mansions to my right
I feel as though I’m stuck, between the perpetual; nature vs man
and as to which of these stand, in their absolute might, you know, in their own respective lifespan
my walk is not just an aimless walk, because I do have a destination in my mind, that is, to reach the subway train station in time
what else do I see?
well, there’s flies, there’s garbage, there’s cars running, there’s a little bit of their mileage
people walking, just like me, some listening to music, some talking on the phone,
some even looking at me, with a flat emotion resembling a tone that stands alone
when I walk on the road, there’s a cool breeze that envelopes me, might even call it a tease
its somewhat in contrast
to the warm wind that slaps my face
as soon as I reach the train station
after my walk of chase
such is the nature of reflections
making you feel a range of emotions
on the simple walk that you take
towards the subway train station
everyone around you is making plans
all you want
is to get away
run away from it all
because being around people
makes you feel
like you’re under a perilous scan
you apologize, to escape from the plan
because they just wouldn’t understand
what it feels like inside your head
like misery galore, I think
you give these excuses so lame
that they got no option, but to look at you with pity and shame
you know that everyone wants what’s best for you
but no one sees, how it really feels
to be thrown everyday into the unknown
and how it just never heals
you don’t want to trouble anyone
by explaining, what you are having to endure
because each has their own struggles
on such a spree, that makes them unsure
© Lishaka Gulati
how is it
that the person who gives you the most, takes away even more, unknowingly, unflinchingly
how is it
that in the starting few months of your love story, you love ever so deeply but still stay insecure and fragile
how is it
that your most alone moments after a fight or an argument are spent in isolation but still surrounded by the glimpses of the ‘other’
how is it
that sometimes we want to stop fighting but our body physically makes it impossible for us to do so
how is it
that we feel so much for our relationships and our familial issues and yet don’t care enough for all the wrongdoings going on in our country
how is it
that we are built this way? to care so much and yet not at all
and why is it
that to awaken our sense of nationalism, I am writing a poem that begins with love and relationships merely to get everyone’s attention
Poetry by Lishaka 