You're Enough
You're Enough
YOU always feel delinquent
Because of the PERSON you "aren't"
For the world has ALREADY inscribed a definition
Wherein…
YOU don't fit so well
It's like trying to be a piece of PARADISE in a place like HELL
It's like caring for the dead and make SURE he's well
Not being 'typical' but this is the ONLY way to explain.
No no…
It's NOT that I'm embracing my negative self
It's just that….
I KNOW that YOU KNOW how to reach the PEAK of that hidden shelf
And you're AWARE what resides there….
A light PIERCING itself out of the realm of DARKNESS
Something that makes sure to let you know what you're facing
Something that allows you to see through the wrongs
Something…
That NEVER declines to accept your real self.
You WANNA reach there…the peak…
You CAN ..
but you won't…
Maybe you aren't compatible to make it out
Maybe coz you don't know what is it all about
Maybe it's something you won't live without
Maybe…just maybe…
You'll end up with a rout.
I know you've been a bit over-thinking stuffs…
But how many people would you find in this world full of UNCERTAINTY
Someone SO certain like you?
Just think of it…
Everyday you Sail through sheer jagged thoughts
And cool running dreams
The merciless curse of emotions
Overflow in your exhilarating dreams
That witness the chaotic times
Of the dark and ancient old
Where the mystifying warrior's heart of yours
Was once branded honorable and bold
Sorry for the poetic vibe but..
I just repeated what I was told.
You were savoring each minute you've spent with them
Not knowing..
That they were preparing to hand you a legacy of scars.
I KNOW this becomes annoying overtime
And makes you think sometimes…
"Am I self publicizing things at times?"
Maybe…I'm not sure
WHAT I'm sure about is
There's an exhaustive introspection
In the light behind your eyes
Yet you stay silent in the wake
Of another sleepless night.
I'm here from the START
Though the noisy mind of MINE haven't yet stopped
But that's the interesting part…
Can you think of something so vast?
That lives ahead of past
Something so WELL that crafted
That manages the time Draft
And lets you live in the Presence
But leaves you with such an absence
Of yourself
That you can't even control your
ACTIONS
And eventually you find yourself in a passage
Of NOTHINGNESS
Just something so blind that can see
Between the spaces of light
Which awakens in the night
And won't even allow you to ERASE the SIGHT
That you MIGHT
End up adore it so much
That being so DARK
It yet feels so bright
You're Tired now…
Of all the false promises you make
HOPES of people that you TAKE
And piece by piece
So subtly that you break
Where the SATAN would be confused too
That what flake of yours should he take
And keep it in his pocket
So well hidden..
That you WON'T be able to retake
At any stake
But it's NOT just your mistake.
At times, you feel sometimes
That this was supposed to BE
OF the people BY the people and
FOR the people
But there seems NO people
Interested in any of the people
That are CONTINUOUSLY dissected by the people
Which Reside around our people.
The more the people
Ignore the people
That buy the people
And with NO remorse divide the people
But Still,
I like people
Cause even when the situation's DIRE
It's only ever PEOPLE who are able to inspire
And on paper, it's hard to see how we all COPE
But in the bottom of the PANDORA'S BOX, there's still HOPE.
You know we STRIVE to feel
And fill
The EMPTINESS of the voids in our chest
When we think that we ain't that blessed
But I don't understand WHY we behave so ROUGH
With ourselves
And never tell the mirror stuck in the shelf
That I'M ENOUGH.
We never say
That perfection resides in that reflection
And no matter what happens…
I'm NOT gonna cross my own way.
And then with time
With chime
You end up saying
"I KNOW I exaggerate sometimes
I'm a storyteller
Or just a liar
There are truths that I hide
So well and so wise
That I end up telling lies
Slowly and eventually I disguise
And enter the eternal loop of disdain to be precise
And live in HOAX so large in size
That I fail to remember later
That at the end of the day all it is
Is just a lie."
NO!!!
It's NOT
It's just that the things aren't yet sought
And YES my bud you fought
Till the last breath of yours.
It's time to bring out a new definition
That failure is the EVIDENCE
That shows your EXISTENCE
In this life full of droughts.
Just say to yourself, every day, just once
THAT I'M ENOUGH