feelings

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You’re in Love, Yet Again

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It’s hard to believe,

That it happened yet again.

That it has hovered over you, yet again.

And this time, it’s again relieving the pain.

 

It’s the same. Excitement and happiness,

It’s again the butterflies with her voice,

It’s again the efforts of giving everything.

It’s the shattered rainbows and rejoice.

 

There’s a fear, will it end with same tears?

It’s like the fortune written, over a piece of paper. 

But we’re scared to remove the rock above it. 

Pretending this way, our hearts will be safer.

 

All those dark nights, and loneliness.

Where we sharpened our broken pieces with angst and pain.

Has stopped now and the broken mirror seems beautiful.

Everything seems lovely, sun, skies and the rain.

 

You allow them to rebuild you, 

Make you a pretty castle of glass, ready to reign.

Their broken pieces add to your beauty.

And thus you realise, you’re in love, yet again

sameer khan poem

THE WAR WITHIN FOUR WALLS

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I sit
in my room, 
With my eyes,
closed. 
The darkness
surrounds me,
And I start to float,
within four walls,
enclosed.

 

 

There’s a feeling
of water,
Filling inside
from all sides. 
There’s no escape,
Frightened,
by the currents
and tides.

 

My body,
suffocating,
to the flow. 
The depression
has decided
to finish me off.
But then
I survive,
to breathe,
To swim out
and cough.

 

My heart
is overwhelmed,
But the end
is near.
I see above
to witness
 the roof falling.
Anxiety has lit up,
in me,
an intense fear.

 

I drown back
into the water. 
Only to save myself,
one more time.
But alas,
it’s the depression,
I fight everything around,
with guilt of no crime.

sameer khan

To Feel Is To Live

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If noticed properly, we’re living in a place, where emotional emergency has been put up.  Nobody want to feel anything deeply. Cause they think they’ve felt it all. All of it, inside out. They have just stopped to feel. I don’t understand, how did this happen. We have a heart, we have a brain, we have a subconscious mind, we have thousands of entangled thoughts. That does mean, there are a billions of feelings, yet to be felt. Every feeling is unique, in it’s own way. Happiness is just one of it. Sadness is another. Love on the other hand, consists of each one of them. Yet is a separate entity in it’s own. 

What exactly happened? I don’t know. But my observation leads to me saying, people think they’ve had everything. They’ve fought everything. They’ve survived every good and bad situation. 

And when someone comes to them, with their own set of problems, they fail to empathize. They feel what they’ve been through is the worst. They end up comparing themselves to others. Maybe you think the intensity of pain you’ve been through is much more than them. 

But, think of it! It’s a completely different person than you. It’s their journey as well.

Maybe what they are feeling is worse to them. People have stopped understanding these days. Cause they don’t want to. 

It’s like two different houses. You can’t put the interior of one house on other and expect it to look good. 

 

The point of all of this is, try to feel. 

Allow yourself to feel. To love, to live. 

Empathize to others, for the only thing they might be needing is a ear to listen, and a shoulder to cry on. 

Maybe that’s who we are meant to be. 

Maybe that’s what humanity is.