The familiar dark room...

The familiar dark room...

Its a room which everyone has been to. Its a room that has been and will always be owned by everyone. Its a room where its dark but very familiar to you. Its a room where some of the untold glories and miseries are stored together. 

That room exists in all our minds. Some of us claim to be very transparent to the world, but deep within us ,sometimes unknowingly, there exists this space where there are stuff stored that is only known to us. And it will stay with us all the time. There could be a lot of reasons as to why we havent shared it with others. Sometimes the reasons are trivial and sometimes they are exhausting. 

In a very unique way those things in our familiar dark room make us the person we are. It influences the choices we make in life. It makes us look at the world the way we are doing. Its always there, sometimes as a gentle whisper in our heads and sometimes as our dreams. 

Some people classify them as unresolved issues. Some call them unaccomplished dreams or just weak wishbones. But they are the ones that define us. Its ours and no one else's. And no one else can understand that is our's. 

They could be our nemesis or our best ally. 

Nothing To Lose

Nothing To Lose

When I was born, I had nothing to lose.

When I started to understand the things around me,
I was always thrilled and anxious with my heart always on the loose
found joy in the things and people that surround me.


I started to get attached to people around me,
I collected sentimental souvenirs, which were so cosy
and I loved solitude and being dreamy.
life started to seem bit heavy and not so cruisy

I kept on moving and accumulating stuffs
that I couldn't afford to lose.
Felt like being locked  in hand cuffs 
for I had many choices, but i struggled to choose.

Parents, friends, studies and work
my mind was always busy juggling them.
I wasn't myself and was being a jerk
for I was working hard on just pleasing them.

One day i broke all the chains and leapt into the sky
without even a weight of a feather in my heart
For I have nothing to lose and nothing to sigh 
and I am anxious again about my new start.

Parrot & Raven

Why everyone loves the parrot but not the raven
both are nature's lovely creation.
 
The parrot sings but the raven crows,                                       

why do we judge them this way

what would the raven think of our voice who knows

both of them are just different in their own way.

 

The parrot is lovable

and the raven is just a pest

oh, who created this stupid fable

for both are equally best.

 

 

We pet the parrot in a cage

that's what we do to the things we love

we chase the raven away with rage

and make them free and fly above

 

You love the parrot because its cute

and always ask it for a dance

how do you know the raven cant love

have you ever given it a fair chance?