lotus petal in the wind

Some days are hard genuinely, for whatever reason we feel anxious and petrified. Sometimes the things don't feel important enough to feel that way yet you certainly do feel so. As though something is stuck in your throat and a heimlich maneuver is in order, As though things will never keep you sane again. You mumble to yourself this will pass,  This is temporary, you will survive,  Your life has meaning although you may not be completely certain what it is. You breathe deep breaths, you clean incessantly, mop mop , broom broom, wipe this fold that, wash this dry that and so on. You have survived many such feelings,  Being prepared keeps you sane but well somethings in life cannot be prepared for. And again you go back to that well of self doubt , fear and confusion from which you came only to come back up. Afraid but unready to admit defeat. Self belief evades you, you blame yourself for everything that ever goes wrong, Maybe you could have done this differently,  Ma...

I was brutally mistreated as a kindergardner canned harshly for lack of understanding by my class teacher who also happened to be an English teacher.  Canning is acceptable and non acceptable in many parts of the world depending on where you're from, but it should never be directed towards a defenseless three year old. I was so traumatised by this incident that I would start crying the moment I heard the English language for a year or so. My mother being the supportive and wonderful person that she is helped me through this harsh and difficult time of my life. This poem is about a utopian hypothetical world I dream of; The purpose of education in my world shall not be to create fear, or to conform; It will not be because everyone else is doing it; It will not be to get a job; The purpose of education should be for your existence to matter To leave the world a little better than when you found it. The purpose of education must be to be happy; to see life for all it is, To be able to...

I hoped you'd be different, I hoped you'd understand, the confusion inside me, the drama outside, I thought I'd love you and that you'd love me too, Truth is that, I shouldn't have spoken atleast not in this life. Love is not enough, cause love means different things to different people. Clarity must be sought in what it is, or so I think, Love is messy, confusing and madenning It is also joy, kindness and care. You yell decide, pushing me further into chaos, If only it were that simple my friend; Thank you for the memories, and love, The late summer nights I weep for you, Hoping for a better chance, Life is cruel like that at times, it makes you think you have a chance , When truly and honestly you don't. What started must end I suppose as is the case with most things, May the sun kiss you happy and the wind never cease blowing , your hair. May you never stop seeing sunshine in life.......... Good bye dear heartbreaker ! I wish you well.

I am lost and I wish to be found. Found not by anyone else but me. I am found by everyone else but lost only to myself Everytime I thought I was happy, there was an equal time I was sad. Many a times I looked in others for that tiny glimmer of happiness of mine, Truth I realise is happiness is mine to make, My life mine alone to live, with joy, pain and everything in between, Everyone else is just a passer by. We all hope to be understood in this measly, insignificant life of ours, By Parents, teachers, peers, superiors, coworkers but some days by , those called our friends; Sunshine they say is within us all; the power to keep us happy, Yet somedays as far as I can see there are only clouds dark and gloomy; Most days are good, wonderful even, but the melancholy is as addictive as cocaine, Friendship is extended often but trust, the true raw unconditional and nonjudgemental kind rarely, What are the odds it is not accepted or rather misunderstood? They say love is uncon...