Message

From the rubble of my pain,

I collected what I could gain .

The troubles of my life are no less than

what poet’s call refrain.

But it’s really a choice to treat every worry as a stain.

A stain that would last,

leave it’s impact ; till the present becomes past .

Order and chaos makes the life go ,

thus maintaining the good and the bad.

But it’s hard to let things flow

when there’s just choas no order.

You can tell me to glow ,

but you yourself can’t

when you discern the disorder.

A tale with no balance of happy and sad

is not worth the time .

Consider a tale such to be your reality .

When in that you find easy to live and shine ,

you may then have the right to come forth ,

shove your petty maxims

in my so called ‘depressing ‘ rhymes .

-Andrew Joseph

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We live at an age where some way or the other ,

evey smiling face is a cry for help . 

-Andrew Joseph

ESCAPE

I’ve been dying everyday a little.

Trying to find soulutions to the problem; twisted like riddles.

Sprawling over again on all these puddles ,

I can’t find escape ; I’m stuck in the middle .

– Andrew Joseph

INFINITY

Everytime I drew infinity on a piece of paper;

I thought of you .

But to my misfortune ,

you don’t come around 

like the curves in infinity do .

– Andrew Joseph 

PAIN

Cigarettes and alcohol ran out with time ,

but the pain I felt certainly didn’t.

Troubles and tribulations got deeper and deeper ,

so deeper; I started to sink.

– Andrew Joseph

COLD

With her I waited for winters ,

without her I still do .

Because winter wasn’t about the warmth she made me feel ,

but about how everything outside is same as what I conceal .
-Andrew Joseph 

SAFE INSIDE

There are people who having learnt some lessons from life consider the decesions made by others often as nonsensical or immature .
Experience of such people undermines the experience of others .
They have valid reasons to backup thier argument .
I’ve known these people.
These people should learn one and only one thing.
Respect everyone’s journey .
It means to respect the shots they call .
If you find their decesions wrong , play your part and tell them what you think is right.
May result in complete denial of what you might stand for .
Well , that’s the thing about life .
I think no individual can learn anything effectively from life until they themselves experience it .
Stop being the person who critsices .
Be the one who waits on others.
Stop forcing the lessons you have learnt into someone else’s life and for the sake of love let them grow and experience in thier own ways .
Be there if it all goes down .
Why ? Only for the sake of love .
I’ve known these people because I’ve been one of these people .
Often getting outrageous and critsicing .
Keeping feelings aside and imparting drop dead knowledge as if I’m some learned guru .
No , that’s wrong .
We should play our part of giving advice and suggestions .
This is a poem about a realisation I had.
About one of the flaws in my personality.
It’s also an apology to those who think I’ve been this way .
The idea of this poem came when I was doing some self- introspection .
I call this piece
SAFE INSIDE .

There are a lot of emotion hidden by many ,

that can’t be related by any .

You don’t know how deep is someone in the maze ,

how hard time someone is having

trying to look over those walls  ;

catch a glimpse or a gaze.

1 , 2 no humans go through numerous changes and phase.

The memories are often inseparable .

Written with ink ; that’s hard to erase .

Respect everyone’s life and the decisions they make .

If you consider them important ,

love them for love’s sake .

Be there by their  side ,

Make you a home and keep the one you love ;

Safe Inside.

–

Andrew Joseph

DEPRESSION

 

Why do we  muffle our cries or bruise our soul?
Life can’t be prized , then why we treat it like it’s sold .

We rush razors above our skin
and it burns when we shower .

Why do we resort to such measures  ?
Why we are oblivious to our  own power?

We fall in love , not realising what it means ,
attraction and lust corroding the minds of us  teens.
Picture a window with dew on it and
you looking through it outside.
That’s how we see love , understanding blurry to be clear,
staining it of it’s pride.

Indulging in short term pleasures ,
regretting when there’s no time for leisure.

Crumbling  with pressure to the stress  we create
Senses come to live when it’s too late .

I’m frustrated by the weakness you show,
believing you are too dark to glow

Involving in self -harm as it’s your profession,
torturing your psyche is no less than transgression.

Have faith that your worth is intrinsic and take heed to life’s every lesson .
Happiness is a way of life comrades,
not clinging to self-expression through depression .

– ANDREW JOSEPH