Beginners Diary

Inner Child Poem to the Inner Child Inner Child Poetry In me I see two souls, One childish and free, The other dull & trapped. The childish side is made to behave, And told to properly react. Soon a box of views is thrown out, The curious gaze of that child, is no where to be found. The trapped side grew stronger, But it held grudges no longer, The numbness reached the soul, Making me lose all control. This world has always been like this, Malice and prejudice still exist. Though everybody is made of same clay, Hardly some reacts in humanly way. Bogus opinions are preferred, Rather than real ones. Fake people being available in tons. What suffers the most is that inner child, Whose eyes were soft with heart mild. Now that heart is cold as ice, Before opening up with anyone it thinks twice. -Amrinder Everyone has an inner child within them. But in the process of growing up, the child somehow gets lost. Lost...

Poem on Differences Differences They have always been like this, Too loud with their words, And anger in their voice, Their statements remained in my head, As a constant background noise. I became distant from them, And even from myself. How to deal with this, I couldn't tell. My behaviour became negative, And in my past I mostly dwelled. Even my silence failed to convey them, How miserable I felt. Their reactions made me cold, Filling me with stupid emotions, That I still couldn't unfold. All I needed was appreciation, But what I received was strictness, Leading my personality, To become a perfect mess. I lost a lot of time sitting alone, With my emotions so lifeless, I felt like a stone. I still wish they could see, How severe their tone is, Never telling them my problems, Became the actual plot twist. The differences made communication awkward, Rather than moving ahead, I swept backward. I feel like undergoing the same ride, The cold tone again hurt...

BAD DAY POETRY Poem on Bad Day It is one of those days, When you don't wish to wakeup. You keep on staring at the roof, Various thoughts beginning to makeup. You wished to be engulfed by, The emptiness within you. To be left alone with the darkness, That will thoroughly haunt you. You lay pale and lifeless, Like a wiltered flower. A lump of emotions, Now beginning to tower. But somewhere you know, This too shall pass, These thoughts wont forever harass. You take a deep breathe, And get through the day. In the end saying, It was just a bad day. -Amrinder At times even functioning normal becomes tiring. Our thoughts and emotions overpower our sensibility and perspective. An array of emotions leaves us like a wrecked mess, making us sad and not wanting to do anything. At times we wish things to end, we wish to be engulfed by our sorrow. But later we realize that its just our overthinking, magnifying simple situations. Remember its just a bad day not a b...

3 AM Thoughts Poem on 3-AM Thoughts 3 AM the vulnerable hour, The one that slowly binds, But also tears me apart. The moon being my loyal friend, Though miles we set apart. It comes by my windowsill, & tries to calm my heart. With silence everywhere, My thoughts scream aloud. "What worthy have you done till now That you seem so proud"? To this I loose my mind. Just like sand gushed by air, I too lag behind. I wish to go back in time, & change some decisions. But this is real life we're talking about, It has no such conditions. At last I say myself, to try one last time. To give it my all, With consistency being prime. To change the things now, Rather than ugly crying. To be a learned human, Who has defeated failure this time. -Amrinder 3am is a vulnerable hour. With quiet all around, all our senses are overtaken by emotions and feelings, the time when we are in our most raw and unfiltered form.  Sometimes ...