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The Eyes That Speak

Like swaying in the wind,

With Dreams and desires…

Looks at me like a raging fire..

Eyes have that passion,

That words don’t say..

Eyes have that power,

That takes me away…

Held my hand like a scared child…

A grip so tight, as if it is glued with love..

Standing at a distance,

Yet, feeling so close..

Suffocated with longing,

And relieved with the storm..

A storm that the heart is creating.

Pounding like an angry ocean…

Making it hard to look in those eyes,

Those eyes can speak a thousand rhymes…

Turning my feelings into flame,

The stare isn’t enough to gaze..

Hand in hand makes it ablaze.

Any minute, we can turn into fireballs that rains…

Walking along, not a word needed.

The eyes meet each other every second,

And looking away makes it more tense..

This love feels so intense.

A love that makes you week in the knees..

A love that makes you understand what Love is..

A love that knows no limits..

A love that lets you go,

Because it’s too much for this world to bear…..


Thanks For Reading. Namaste.

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Everything Happens For A Reason

That heartbreak, that broke your heart?

That happened For You to understand Love.

That accident, that broke your leg?

That happened for you to take a break.

Losing that job you loved?

That happened for you to know your true capabilities.

Losing that friend you thought was the closest?

That happened for you to understand life.

That job you wanted so badly but didn’t get,

You got rejected to get prepared for something better..

That loved one you lost?

It’s there to remind you of reality.

That heart ache that doesn’t go away?

It happened for you to respect others.

That meltdown, you can’t have?

It triggers your hidden insecurities..

That feeling of everything being ‘too much’?

It exists for you to know, you got this.

That challenge, that challenges your core?

It’s there to remind you of how strong you are.

The chaos in the world and you thinking about your peace alone?

Because you can make out the reality that everything happens for a reason….

Thanks for reading. Namaste.
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It’s Okay Too


A Follow up to “IT’S OKAY” : WATCH IT.

It really is.

To be happy, even when others aren’t.

To feel content in yourself.

To not have a mental disorder anymore.

Or to not have to experience it at all.

It doesn’t make you less of a human.

A mental health issue is not a compulsion.


It’s okay.

To love yourself, and put forth your life.

To ignore the world for your smile.

To laugh at silly things by yourself.

To wear pyjamas to a fare.


It’s okay.

To not care for a while.

It’s okay to love your life.

To be nice to yourself, and to others.

That doesn’t mean you’re weak,

It means you’re strong enough to take the lead.


It’s okay,

To feel cheated on and hurt because of being

Too nice,

Too polite,

Too kind,

Too honest and

Too loving.

In a world of fake faces,

It’s okay to be too real.


It’ s okay,

To trying to please people,

It doesn’t make you OVER or EXTRA.

It makes you a better human.


It’s okay,

To doubt your actions &

Feel restricted..

BUT,

It’s Not Okay,

To NOT break the barriers,

That make you YOU.


Break’em.

Shake’em.

Be YOU.

Stay True.

Because It’s Okay.


Thanks for reading….. 

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The Frenemies


If you’re feeling uneasy with the title,

That’s on you. 

You aren’t a good friend really.

You’re selfish, aren’t you?

You want my support & in return,

You leave with a fake smile.

You’re fake, aren’t you?

You show your support,

Just for show..

But you’re jealous somehow.

You’re not my friend, are you?

If so, why do you make me uncomfortable,

Is it because you want me to OBEY you,

Or is it because you don’t like me as incharge?


So many friends at hand,

Yet, so little support…

Some show it,

Unlike other’s, who’re just for show…

Jealous of the courage I sow,

Hatred for themselves, they can’t reap it off me.

Energy vampires, suck up all the good vibes,

And here I thought, you were from my tribe!


May be I was wrong somewhere too.

Disappointed you,

But know, I didn’t mean to.

From where I see it,

I did nothing wrong.

Your toxicity is your own song…

I thought I was blessed enough ,

To have such friends.

Little did I know, 

You were here to make some amends…


No more of your lies & fake support,

I don’t need to entertain you anymore.

You’re on your own,

So am I.

We’re not friends, we never were.

We’re people,

 Who just need each others energies to survive.

You’re not the friend I need in my life,

But I am the one, you do.

Sorry not sorry honey,

Being your frenemy is not, what I am looking for….


Thanks for reading..

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The Evil Side


My heart skips a beat,

I think too much I believe..

I fall easily but someone picks me up.

Every time I lose control,

Or give up,

Someone tells me I am badass enough.


It tells me to groan on people,

The ones who get under my skin.

It tells me to scream & shout,

At the ones, who do the same at me.

I feel, I like IT..

I like for IT to be around.

IT keeps me sane & sound.

IT helps me say NO &

Takes me for a ride in the side I’d enjoy more.


This side of me, only want the best for me,

Unlike the angelic one, 

That thinks about others before me..

The one that makes me feel the pain of others,

That can hurt me to make others happy..

That side of me, Not want the best for me,

But the best for people around me….

Whose side should I be on?

It’s a dilemma, to be an angel or to stay with evil,

To Let Go or to Keep Holding On with the devil,

To say what I’m truly feeling,

Or to think about other’s healings…


To be an angel, 

I’ll have to be more energetic with positivity.

It requires more effort and transparency.

This side wants me to put aside,

Every pain on the side, &

Take in some more with a smile..

It’s exhausting and overwhelming,

It’s boring and unworthy to be an angel.

Yet, It’s the dominating one, 

Between the twins, that are non-identical…


Yet, To be an evil,

Is fun & entertaining..

To laugh on someone is easy & containing..

To be selfish & say the bad words out loud,

To choose the evil, is too choose your true hound…

What’s hard is to suppress this side,

To choose the angel in disguise.

To suppress the evil is equally exhausting,

As to live with angelic behaviour..

In the world of evil & negatives on the loose,

The angel is the saviour,

To be evil is not a choice, but natural..

Yet, to choose angel is to be brutal…

On us, & not on other’s,

Angel in me wants what’s best for the world…

Don’t we all?


Thanks for reading. Namaste.

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A Dream World

I wish to live in the world,

Where I am my only judge.

A world so free,

That my demons leave me…..

I wish to empower,

Myself & my beauty…

Only, in that dream world,

I’ll get my due for my silent duty….


I wish to live in the land of NOT men,

Or women,

But Human.

I wish in that world, I am beautiful.

That world would give me validation.

More than I ever needed…..

In that world, I won’t have to prove,

I won’t have to dread,

I won’t have to be so needy.

For in that world,

I would be alone, free & happy.


I wish to live in the world ,

Where I feel ME & my demons feel trapped.

A world, where my mind is in my grasp.

A world where the world is nothing more,

Than an imagination…

A world of peace, a fantasy and

A result of a tiresome abomination.


I want to go to that world,

Where my heart doesn’t ache.

A world of love, not pain.

A world of empathy, not gain…

I wish I could create a world of my own,

Without violence and crimes.

I would create friendship that rhymes,

With life and soul to behold.

I would erase betrayal and horizon.

A world, where we walk on the sky and fly on land.

A world of fire to breathe and water to mend.


I wish to erase success in that world.

A world, where journey is a celebration.

I want to live in a world of laughter, tears of joy &

Hearts filled with love and admiration.

I’d call it My World,

Because nobody would tell me what to do.

Nobody would leave me,

And nobody would hurt me, or say they didn’t mean to!

My World would be an epitome of happiness.

A world where sorrow is the alien,

And heartbreak is not just another failure….

Where Love is a power and not a weakness,

Where power is not a privilege & is out of existence.

Yet, It’s better to not go there, we’ll be living in a mirror afar,

For in that world, life would flourish with broken hearts….


Thanks for reading. Namaste.

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The Balance Of Good & Bad

I had a thought, to be bad,

It changed somehow, people were mad!

Why do they care if I choose for myself a tad?

I went all good though,

For the sake of my own stand.

Being good has been exhausting,

Yet, it feels bad when people misunderstand.

That makes even the good to turn bad.

I am tired of the fake nuance,

It’s not upto us to choose our trend.

Judgements are being forced,

Based on nothing but self created amends.

We become the victim of the wrath,

Of our own conundrum of good & bad!

We always battle between these two sides of us,

Whether to be good or bad,

often becomes a circus.

What we don’t know, is that it’s not to discuss,

We do good or bad, whatever’s needed from us.

The more we control, the more it gets worse,

If we are bad, there’s also good in us,

And when we’re good, there’s no denying of bad fuss.

Both exists to balance out the world,

One can’t survive without the other,

Or else it’ll be nothing but a mess.

Not all can be good, or bad all at once,

Everyone is fighting everyday,

With both sides to dictate their living terms.