Second Fiddle

It takes so little to make me happy
I like them small things, nothing too fancy

It takes so less to satisfy me
A smile or a thank you, and I'm at ease.

It doesn't take much to please me
Just say you remember, or you'd do it for me

Very little effort will appease me
Just tuck me in bed or hug me when I'm up.


Is that why, world, for granted
You always take me?

Hold

So many eyes on me
Wanting me to fail
So many hands pulling
Wanting me to fall

I don't want to fail.
I don't want to fall.
I didn't want to be here
I was put in, by them all.

But I can't go back now -
Not to prove them wrong
It's forward or an end here -
No two exits to this hall.

I also have no where to go
I'm an orphan, on this stroll.
I am lonely in here
Only darkness enthrall.

If you happen to pass by
Could you give a call?
Don't be my torch bearer
Don't hold or be around.

Do me that one favor
That's all I ask for.
I'm not trying to win here
It's just survival I have my eyes on.

Why

I write poetry because...

It helps me calm down,
on lonely nights
It soothes my soul,
when I want to cry
Words take away sorrow,
brings in some cheer
And it's my only outlet in a world,
that doesn't want to hear.

Give it up

I am depressed
you turned out
how you said
you wouldn't be.

Lies,
while away.
Back with sly smiles -
again.

Dishonest,
disloyal,
fickle
and fake.

I am disgusted
you turned out
just like
ME.

Regret

Of all regrets
Of all my falls -
You turned out to be
not what I'd thought.

Everything about you
Makes me sad
You - mind of mine,
Your fantasies and all!

You see ambition
On a downhill slope
And where there's destruction -
you see hope.

You seek happiness
Amidst chaotic spaces.
You tend to provide
To takers without fences.

Oh! What wouldn't I give
for a saner mind -
which isn't this kind,
Or breaks into crazy jives.

Which doesn't vent out
At the slightest distress
Penning out poems
Like a wayfaring poet.

Away

Slide away from the chaos 
to a peaceful haven...

To write and create
Poetry.