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
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
it’s windy, and also a little chilly
but I don’t know if it’ll rain or not, really
it’s thundering now
but I still don’t see any raindrop on the ground
so, basically, what I’m trying to say
is that what has to happen, will happen
in its intended way
then why can’t I just enjoy the weather
for the way the wind feels and the sweet smell that it brings
without anxiously waiting for the end – result or the rain to begin
it’s Friday, I’m sitting near my half – opened windows
looking at the way the plants sway in their pots
and suddenly, I see the raindrop
the faint drops falling on the ground
and look how the Earth’s surface gets wet
the wind and the smell is now upset
because the rain has made people to forget
the weather is still windy
there is lightning now and thunder in the clouds
and I wait for the heavy rain to occur
because that’s the result of this weather, don’t you concur
there is no appreciation of the wind
or how dark it becomes on a Friday afternoon
just the pining need for the end – result, to happen soon
constantly thinking about, will it happen and, how will it happen
why can’t I just be in the now? instead of continuously waiting for the baton
it’s Friday today and this is how I describe my feelings, this day
we’ll see the way, of how tomorrow conveys
© Lishaka Gulati
so fearful, so much angst
everyday alive, thinking, what’s the point
let’s not be disappointed, disillusioned
in a sad state of mind
instead, let’s think about the profusion, boundless
that this universe offers to us
we’re well, we’re alive and we’re here
you and I
if this is not magic, what is?
© Lishaka Gulatil
look at you
you can’t handle the sadness anymore
just lying there like a corpse on the floor
you keep unraveling and there’s no one to speak to
you keep losing it and there’s nowhere to flee to
no one is there to hear your cries
no parent, no therapist, is understanding the agony that is your life
you want to give up on every step of the way
it hurts you so much and it’s not getting any better
being constantly bound by these fetters
all you want is for the misery to go away
that even giving up seems so easy today
here you are
trying to find your strength in God
to get over this misery, that you yourself caused
look at you
you can’t handle the sadness anymore
just lying there like a corpse on the floor
© Lishaka Gulati
Poetry by Lishaka 