Image result for girl depressed sleeping

Remember those days when you were young?
Life was as easy as it could be
There were laughs, and stories, and dreams
You saw the sunshine and you were free.
Well there comes a point when you realize
That you finally have to grow up
And that hiding under your covers
Won’t ever be quite enough.
I know those days when it feels like
There’s no way you can keep going on
Life just isn’t worth living
And nothing could be more wrong.
Those days when it’s such a struggle
Just to pull yourself out of the bed
The depression, it overwhelms you
The fearful thoughts are spinning through your head.
Those days when you feel so broken
And the pieces keep falling apart
Your sky grows stormy and gray
Too much pain for this young, burdened heart.
You feel like there’s no solution
To this riddle or game they call life
And when it’s your darkest hour
It is then that I’ll show you the light.
The light at the end of the tunnel
When you thought maybe this was the end
I promise there’s beautiful sunshine
On this dark road with sharp turns and bends.
Though it may not always seem right
There’s still happiness in this place
And what you have to realize
Is that it takes a little faith.
I have always been here with you
Just as I always will be
And when life knocks you down so low
Just put your trust in me.
So remember those days when you were young
Life was as easy as it could be
There were laughs, and stories, and dreams
You saw the sunshine and you were free.
Well now here in your darkest hour
Get under the covers and turn out the light
Close your eyes and dream, my child
Let me hold your heart tonight.

The obscure lime light

Boarding on the last bus from the pub

The old conductor, he knows, will give him a laugh

And like most other days he will be forgiven the fare

Samson will return to his mess with his guitar.


The small mess room has seen many sleepless nights

Being fed on music when food was hard to find

He always dreamt of making big and one day it would occur

God will be compassionate enough to Samson, the bar singer.


The pub remains mostly empty, listener even fewer

Samson staggers on some old Dylan songs, as he could not get newer

While the happening street is seeing crowd dancing on new Hindi songs

The dated bar has breached Samson and it had kept him strong.


Samson strived for his passion still longing for a better life to live,

Got dipped in his life and left now with nothing to give

But miracles do happen, as they always say

Samson was somehow offered a new job today.


The color of the night never felt so dark to him

The consummation of his dream also felt too grim

3 times more wage they offered him for his daily show

Only he has to play some music that may help the new bar grow.


The street lamps prepared a stage for a live drama

The barking dogs had no answers to Samson’s dilemma.

The faded streets saw Samson standing at the centre

‘Blowin in the wind’ one last time from Samson’s guitar.


Accept me for who I am…


Image result for feminism

Just because she has never done drugs, doesn’t mean she’s not cool.
Just because she is a virgin, doesn’t make her lame.
Just because she’s not a fighter, doesn’t mean she’s weak.
Just because she’s not a party girl, doesn’t mean she can’t hang out.
Just because she gets good grades, doesn’t mean she’s a nerd.
Just because teachers like her, doesn’t mean she’s a teacher’s pet.
Just because she’s not a rebel, doesn’t mean she’s scared.
Just because she’s quiet, doesn’t mean she doesn’t speak up for what she believes in.
Just because she has morals, doesn’t make her a goody two shoes.
Just because she walks away from trouble, doesn’t make her a pushover.
Just because she thinks before she acts, doesn’t make her a loser.
She is who she is and this is who she will forever be. She does not care what others think of her. Like her or not that is your choice. Accept her for who she is.



Image result for restless at night

I’m breaking;
I can’t be fixed.
I’m missing,
But I won’t be missed.

Still shaking
From what I fear.
I can’t let you in,
So don’t come near.

I guess you’re right;
I’m way too thin,
And I’m fighting a battle
That I’ll never win.

I have so many flaws;
I don’t know where to start
From my messed up hair
To my messed up heart.

So what’s the point
To continue to fight?
When my restless days
Turn into restless nights.

This life hasn’t been fair.
I can finally tell
That nobody cares,
And it hurts like hell.

I still don’t understand
What was God’s cause?
Why did He put me on earth
With all of my flaws?

Was I born just to die?
Am I part of a plan?
Made to finally see
That I won’t die an old man.

I don’t know how to live.
I have nothing to gain,
And all I want from you
Is to end all my pain.

I’m losing sight
Of what I’ve already seen.
I’m losing my grip,
And I’m barely seventeen.