Did you ever have a dream worth dreaming? Of all the time you spent looking up and fantasizing Did you ever have a chance to wake up in the morning Where you knew you'd have to spend the day chasing? Because I have and now I'm lying awake to prove it Prove it, I did, I'll be honest at least in this bit Yes, I have a dream of dreams to chase But I'm not sure if it is still the right one in case Every time I close my eyes, I see red in error markings So I sit up and dread the darkest of evenings And now as I lie disturbed of the things I can't understand I think about this irony of dreaming I found
Once, I really want to finish because it's my dream Back then, I really enjoyed doing things to advance my rim My dream is my home, my protection against the world What do I have to do to bring it back from the void? What, my dear self, has happened to all these? Even though I wanted it, I can't seem to finish But how do I finish when I don't even know how to start And when I do, my mind shatters into pieces, off-chart Now I ask you to heed this irony called life Listen to my soul's cry against its own inner strife Tonight, this shall be the testament that I'll write So sit tight, we'll begin with seconds white
How do you know if something is your passion? Back then, my answer had been as simple as the question It's your passion if you are happy doing that job If not, then better luck next time's sob But now, I think about what's bothering my mind Is it still my passion now that happiness expired? How do you know if something makes you happy? Back then, my answer was as simple as it was snappy If it gives you the fulfilment you long for Then that's what makes you happy to the core But now, I see how my mind long for things far different I don't know what makes me happy or what gives me fulfilment
I cry for help in the blackness of night I hope someone would hear me and notice my plight But I doubt it because no one truly understood me Even my own self started deserting me slowly I try to not sink into the pitfalls of my own thoughts But I feel helpless as I wade into battles and lost I lose strength every time I try to quit Every shot was called but it's up to me to solve it Now, alone in the recesses of my worries, I drown Save me, I call to heavens above, save me deep down From this irony of dreaming I yet long to overcome Wake me up in the morning as soon as my battle is done
ओह! यह छवि हमारे सामग्री दिशानिर्देशों का पालन नहीं करती है। प्रकाशन जारी रखने के लिए, कृपया इसे हटा दें या कोई भिन्न छवि अपलोड करें।
This is yet another one of my personal poems that I didn't make up. I remember this is about my writers' block and the frustration that came along with it. I never thought I'd be able to finish what I started. But looking at me now, I'd say that all these worries are worthless.
How about you? What can you say about this poem? Comment below. :)
ओह! यह छवि हमारे सामग्री दिशानिर्देशों का पालन नहीं करती है। प्रकाशन जारी रखने के लिए, कृपया इसे हटा दें या कोई भिन्न छवि अपलोड करें।
