My Sanity.

Cynical mind, cold heart,

I’ve stopped searching for you, sweetheart.

The solitude I live in has taught me a lot,

Indifference and no emotions in my thought.

My hands burning from controlling these reins,

The hurting took my sunshine, only the storm remains.

I thought you’d hear my soul calling,

But now you’ve just been stonewalling.

So now I know that I don’t need you,

The storm and I are one, it doesn’t seem to subdue.

I remember craving for serenity,

How did I end up in this insanity?

My subconscious knows we’re destined to meet,

You’re the only thing making my heart beat.

Sometimes when I do see a break in the clouds,

It’s your face I search for in the crowds.

-Hey everyone! I hope you all are safe and sound. This poem is a continuation of ‘My Tempestuousness’, I got the idea from a friend and I really wanted to do something with it. So, let’s see will I find what I’ve been looking for or will this is storm consume me?
Let me know what you think!

Rainy Day.

I could hear the rain pouring outside,
My heart beating with its rhythm.
I sighed deeply knowing it’s just anxiety.

The thunderclap always startles me,
A wailing baby in the distance gives me a little company.
I stand by my window, hoping for it to pass.

As the petrichor clouds the atmosphere,
I feel the melancholy dawning on me.
I wish I could find a reasonable explanation.

I close my eyes hoping to calm down,
My ears throbbing from the adrenaline rush.
I chuckled ruefully at my agitated mind.

My body shivers as a cool breeze blows,
I wrap myself in a blanket, wondering if I saw another flash of light.
“It’s okay”, I whisper just as the lightening strikes.

-Hey, rain always brings the blues with it, so why not write a poem about it? I usually drown the thunder with loud music. What do you do to overcome the rainy blues? Let me know in the comments, and hit like if you connect with the poem. Thank you!

Goodbye

All I wanted was happiness, But now I am an actress.

Acting and faking my happy life, On the inside I want to cut myself with a knife.

I wish I was as cheerful as a child, Peaceful with emotions very mild.

Children find their happiness even in other’s smile, I wish that innocence hadn’t taken an exile; I want it back and I need it now.

I want to meet death and take a bow, Or perhaps run away from my past; And start to live in the present at last.

I am haunted by never finding happiness that will be pure, I almost know it lets say I am sure.

All my energy is now drained, I am like a cloud after it has rained; I don’t want to exist, I want to live.

I want to take not give; Take all the fruits for all the things I have done, Even if it just makes up one.

Now I think perhaps happiness is an illusion, An emotion which is merely a childhood contribution.

I am still hoping and wishing and I will until I die, But right now I just want to say goodbye.

-Hello! I was so happy with the response and suggestions I got. It was amazing. So here is a poem that is really special for me and I hope you liked it!