The Irony

It's funny how the most insignificant of things can affect a person so greatly,
So greatly that it ruins the happiness that comes knocking at one's door,
forever,without looking back even once,to see how rarely it comes to us,
when  we don't go crawling to it,or running after it.
It's sadly amusing how something which is actually pointless,
can become the whole purpose of our existence,
so much that our existence becomes pointless,
and we get trapped by the vicious circle of our feelings.
It is ironical how we keep running after happiness our whole lives,
but when happiness finally comes to us,
we find a reason to hide from it,
because of a threat,a threat to murder the joy,
the joy,the hope,the happiness which we may have in future.

Emotions

I was happy and content in my own world,

but they had to pull the wool over my eyes.

I did not see any rhyme or reason,justice or prejudice,

just those strings handled by them,reminding me,

that I was nothing but a puppet,

A puppet for life,for perpetuity,

with no way to escape,or get a hold of myself,

I could run as fast as I can,but they would surround me,

from each and every direction,

For which I could cry,because their wish was my command,

or laugh,like they wanted me to,

push myself over the edge,be insane,

Just like they had planned.

Forever?

I always wondered who my friends were,
I never even thought I had real friends,
Till I met them.
Were they just companions or  shoulders to lean on during hardships?
Or were they the persons whom I actually wanted to share myself with?
To me,my friends were the people who understood me,
Not fully,but to the extent that was enough.
They were judgmental,when they needed to be,
they were critical,when they wanted to be,
they were comforting,when I needed them to be.
I never needed to pretend to be something I was not,which made them precious little parts of my life,
Which I realized of late,when they weren't around me,
they were far away,
or rather,I was far away.
Too far away to know that I was capable of missing somebody so much


I always thought ught that we come to this world alone,and we have to leave it alone.So emotionally,we aren't actually attached to anybody.I was wrong.Like a lot of other times.I don't know if this was worth it,but the time I spent with my friends certainly was.

Illusion

I spend a lot of time being miserable these days,
So much that misery seems like an old friend,
An old,long-lost friend who refuses to leave my side now.
A friend,whose might remained a secret,
till I knew what she was capable of.
How do I know that it's a she?
I won't be ashamed to say it,but females are always trouble.
The loyalist leaves,and returns within the blink of an eye,
Leaving me to wonder ,
whether that blink of an eye was actually an eternity passed in celebration.

Reconciliation

I discovered,I discovered why I need to fit in,
I need to fit in not to get accepted,
but for me to accept myself,
To be part of a place which would judge me constantly,
And to know that I am worth it,
I need to accept myself,
I discovered,I discovered why I need to fit in,
Not to conform,but to harmonize,
to reconcile with my destiny,
To know that even if it doesn't matter what they say,
It matters when it comes to what they think,
I will be myself,
But first,I need to be someone else,
Just,to fit in.