After years, When i stepped out Of the dark room, The feeble light Pierced my body deep.
Like the rotten tree, I found myself layered yet hollow. Thick yet fragile. Parts of my body, shed bit by bit Like tears keep rolling down from the eyes Of the abandoned kid.
When i tried to stretch my lips To smile, they got torn apart. And my heart kept bleeding. I fell down, while trying to move an inch. I realised, now its all barren Where once there were leaves and fruits On each twig.
Have you ever accomplished things, earlier you thought were difficult? And many that were easy but your assumptions and thoughts made it impossible?
Before things are actually done, they are constructed mentally. Like before constructing a house, its design is printed. Likewise, whenever we start something our mind draw a picture of the events accordingly.
But, there's a difference between the two things. The computer that prints the design doesn't count any hurdles and uncertainties unlike our brain does.
Yes, along with all the events and stuffs needed, our brain also outlines the repercussions and unsuccessful attempts. This is common for each one of us, right? And then, those who overpower the confusions and doubts accomplish things well than those who keep thinking and sinking in the whorls of doubts.
A girl excellent in all aspects remain medicore by her thoughts. She does achieve things in life but remain unsatisfied because somewhere she knew, she could have done better. The only reason, she fails is lack of confidence within her. Even after all the passion and hardwork, her graph of sucess remains still. She couldn't overpower the doubts. And hence, the negativity outweighs her efforts. . . . . To be continued
IS SELF DOUBT A FEELING OF MELANCHOLY OR A CAUSE? Have you ever noticed, we begin to doubt our skills and abilities, once we fail in a particular field, exam or an activity. Initially we get hurt and self doubts followed there after.
We keep questioning ourselves, which is the best thing we can do. But then, we start doubting our inner self. Will i be able to do it? Do i have the potential? What if i fail again? What if this thing is not meant for me? What if i keep wasting my years after this? What will they say? What if i'll lack behind?
Unintentionally, we draw the thickest line between ourself and our destination. Its seems tough than before and sometimes impossible too.
As you know, our sub conscious mind follow our words. Trust me, if you keep reciting the false statement over and over again, the sub conscious mind take it as true. It doesn't question, it doesn't argue. It takes up Whatever is served before it.
Self doubt is a feeling of despair which causes anxiety, helplessness and chaos. . . . . . To be continued.
I have seen bonds, Made in a day. Seen the strongest one, Broken anyway. I know, we're trying Holding things. Hardest knots, Rings over rings. Our thread, will also break after Getting strained one day. But i'll always be there, Okay?
Like everyone else, We wish things, to last long. But if we ever parted ways We won't blame each other, wrong. Things will change Suddenly or slow We might stop talking But you can call me, while feeling low. I know, many have promised these things Though they hardly follow it today. But i'll always be there, Okay?
"Things are still left, but since you're done Don't cry now. Smile, you have a beautiful one".
I feel lost, Lost in this damned world. Is this my mind playing games with me? Or is my existence really absurd? I find myself, Walking by these streets of lie(s) It's always dark out here Crowded, but still not a single soul to hear me cry
I can't see, nor can I hear The lies of reassurance is what I fear I can't see, I've lost every hope to live The last flashes before my death Seems like the only way to relive.
Yes I am lost in this damned world, But i don't see myself trying even a bit to get out The depth of darkness, Makes me see no light I've forgotten the warmth of any sunshine Sometimes, I do try to scream And cry out loud But the silence, It never fails to leave me alone, It never fails to remind me, That I'm alone.
And, I find myself, Living in this curse, Unable to emphasize my pain Through any poem or a verse.