Feelings Unspoken

How long shall I sit in this beautiful world of devil?
Living in the mess of worth and worthless.
Moving around in search o the slightest ray of hope,
The day I’ll earn a name for myself.
Surrounded by cameras in that glamorous world,
It’s just not me.
I’m that bit of paper which is awaited in the early morning,
Flipped through the pages and then forgotten.
I’m that preface which never comes to a conclusion.
I’m that bit of paper that’s pointed by the elders .
A mere spelling mistake by who becomes a blunder,
And when I tend to apologize the very next day I’m deprived of the same.
Instead my work is termed as a part of the game.
How long shall I sit amongst such cunning people and commercial places of worship?
How shall I survive in this race without values, this race without respect, this race without other selfishness?
Where is the end of the have or have not's?
Where is the end of stars and wars?
Suspend me to a world that’s free,
Release me where the innocent hearts are served without fear.
For I don’t deserve being criticized for my work if not respected,
Because life is a rhythm of ups and downs,
The downs are not just meant for me.
I deserve being remembered,
And not “dead” for my eagerness and passion to prove myself right.
I deserve being cherished as an impactful creator of thought penning the dreams down to reality,
And not being “sold” every 3 months to get money back in return.
For I do not mind climbing the arduous ladder of success,
I do not believe in parallel lines abridged with money,
I’m way beyond that unnoticed name beneath my own work.
I too am a human being worthy enough for a life,
I’m a face with a hundred curves.

Someday Soon

As I entered the bright room
It felt like the door opened itself to a new dimension,
Like a world inside a world,
Like a way amidst the puzzle,
Like the dove was finding its blue-green Earth which is hidden somewhere behind the clouds of grey,
Like some tender voices surrounded me.
As I proceeded further, the voices became clear
Like all of them were wanting something,
Like an urge to make the world a better place ceased my heart and theirs too,
The room
Like a world inside a world,
There were stick figures dizzy enough to be precisely noticed
Some looking at the lush green surroundings outside the window,
Some making a place for themselves,
Some found it difficult to hear the others,
Some observed the awkward silence that prevailed intervals,
Some wanting to be heard,
Some wanting to be seen,
Some just found a place to sleep,
Some wanting to speak,
Some just sat and fought.
As I walked by I realized
The confused yet seemingly united voices,

An appreciative gesture- Blog review

Poets Paradise
It is a mysterious, dark and catchy blog. At first, it's difficult to catch up with but when you sit at the corner and ponder upon the writings, you notice you can connect to them. Udit Sharma tries to keep it intense yet simple. It is not very flowery but at the same time what makes it beautiful is how the writer relates himself with a particular situation and pens it down without giving it a thought to how it may look to the people. One of my personal favorites is "The mask that fell" because somewhere down the line all of us have went through the phase where people show their true colours- good9or bad when the other person is no longer benefiting to them. Its then that we realise who have been the ones who've been true to us all the while.
It is a must read for dark poetry readers and enthusiasts.

Link: thehiddensoulinme@blogspot.com