The closer you look,
The less you see.
The more you die,
It gets easier to breathe.
The brighter you shine,
The duller you get.
The more you remember,
It gets easier to forget.
The wider you smile,
Others start to frown.
Learn to swim,
And then you drown.
You paint the canvas,
In shimmering colours and vibrant hues.
But life will always end up,
Back to beaten black and blue.
They’ll try to tame you,
They’ll try to blame you.
And when you’ll resist,
They’ll shamelessly shame you.
And no matter how well you’re disguised,
You’ll always be the one surprised.
Your truths and lies ; none of them are certain.
Because reality is always hidden behind closed curtains.
Days rush by because
we live and love on borrowed time.
So learn that not everyone around you,
is worth your tears or even your dimes.
Life will pass by in your imagination,
While you hope to find a nonexistent salvation.
And you’ll end up helplessly wasting away
All your precious numbered days.
Trust your instinct because
borrowed or not time never comes back.
Only fleeting pieces of memories will remain,
taunting you forever about all that you lacked.
So, breathe fire and cry storms.
Listen to your beating heart and dance along.
And show the world that you’ve been strong for far too long ,
Because being yourself has never once been wrong.
You’re the player and it’s your game.
Play it fiercely and wildly with no trace of shame.
Because it’s all about how well you aim and,
May the legends forever preach your name.
– Megha Bhartiya 💜