Effing confidence!

Killing confidence

Is a matter of seconds,

While building it

A matter of years,

Not an accusation

But a belief

That childhood

Is filled with

People and thieves,

Stealing the confidence

Gifted at birth

Like it was nothing

But dirt,

To get it back

Was a huge task

When as a child

We were simply

Taught to ask,

It took me years

If not decades

To snatch it back

From the hands of beings

Both cruel and smiling

Making my existence

Feel like drowning,

Though a battle

Worth fighting

And a prize

Worth owning,

To get back

What was mine,

It felt unfair

Again and again

With time,

And then it

Hit me hard

That maybe

They had borrowed it

As a reward

For being born before

And not having

A worthy core,

And an epiphany

At best

Could make me

At the behest

Of understanding

Forgive them

And forget.

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An intense grip!

Not having met you Never made me feel empty, But having met you Makes me feel weak, Not that I can't survive, But it's a struggle of not wanting to, A struggle of knowing All that should be known, And yet unable to Hold back from the unknown, A dying sense of urgency Although there is none in the vicinity, A profound feeling of having found A feeling so intense That it just couldn't be spent Even after exhausting every cent.

A Recovering Heart !

Safe Is Just A Word! It's safe to say I am fine , Till no one looks into my mind, For once you take a look closer, You won't think that I am sober, Silence is a language in itself, Something I discovered very late, I wish I had known that earlier, Maybe my peace wouldn't have to wait, What's bygone is okay, What remains is pretty, What it was is a mystery, But what it's becoming, Will surely be history, True love doesn't leave, Neither does it stay, It accommodates to a relationship, Till the people in it slay. Only If We Could See Things Coming ! To see things coming Is a matter of luck, When you can't see On a human plane it sucks To remain prepared Is what we would want, To balance the present Might miss out on the round We fight, we clamor, We plead, we worry, We curse, we wish But after all this, We forget, That's it's a lesson, Not to regret. You or Animals ? The line between...

Mistakes.

A question has been Haunting me Of rights and wrongs, Asking me with bland eyes To figure out the wants, I held to this thought For very long, Having been taught That lesser the mistakes Better the stakes, What I seem to have learnt Is that the more the score Of your mistakes The greater the chances Of knowing what it takes, The lesser you commit mistakes The fewer the opportunities And smaller the gates.

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