Love

It’s all love that triggers people to do good and all that triggers to do bad.

Love: a chaotic bliss. A reason to chaos and bliss!

//Jannat Amjad

Imaginary fancied abode!

Can we please hide at a place of dream lights with zero boundaries of thinking and making moments of bliss to get dim.

Where your presence feels like a 100 with zero margins of doubt, perplexion and hollowness.

Where our talks are genuine with zero ambiguities of lies and greys.

Where your words reflects your affection and compliments are solely for my soul with zero interference of past references.

Where I, do not for a second think twice to call you mine.

Where you manifest each action that aggravates and strengths my belief in you being mine.

Cherished moments!

Cheers to the days of blossoming bliss of being understood and recognised. Cheers to all those moments of togetherness where fragrances of affection, care and love was shared. Cheers to every second of feeling sentiments of being mine!

//Jannat

Toxic bond!

And then they say you did not cater to sentiments of their grief-stricken sorrows when they had no idea that you were the only one who actually noticed them being sad and tried every way to make them feel better. They failed to understand that you were the only one who never made them guilty of whatever they did. You never played victim but always gave them margins by self blaming on every shit. Yet they say, you did not cater to their torment that too caused by one’s they considered their beloved. Isn’t it the most pathetically toxic bond one could ever have?

Margins of being human!

No one on this planet would understand the cancer of violence you went through, the abyss of pain, immeasurably deep gulf of emotions and hurt you endured while figuring things out for yourself and others around you. There’s no one who would try to comprehend the reasons behind the violent character one possess. There’s no one in this entire universe who would understand the grief of being misunderstood. That’s unfairly fair to others while being fairly unfair to your expectations of them.

Everyday’s a struggle! A tribute to people facing depression and anxiety.

Every day becomes a struggle
When people see you who you aren’t
When acting up to they their false perceptions becomes a freaking routine
When crowd sees you for your facade
Calls you with your stage name
And each second becomes a struggle
When you’re unable to hear what they say
And why they say that

Everyday becomes a struggle
When people deny your darkness
Puts you in ends of unattainable edges of light
When you know you don’t deserve it
Why they’re letting me do this
Cant they see my shits, the mess I’m embedded with
How they can adore me

Everyday becomes a struggle
When you can’t take love
When you are grateful but can’t be at the receiving end
Rather it makes you go into extremes of emotional pain
Drains your energies into thinking WHY.
Scares the shit out of ya
Oh how you tell them to stop loving the facade
And what if they know and stop what they’re giving
Will then my soul be satisfied
Or it gets into uncountable pieces.

Everyday becomes a struggle When you smile and flashbacks of your mess hits you
Reminds you of your sad reality
The reality you designed yourself
When you laugh and some invisible force kills you from inside like silent shit soaking the shit of ya

Everyday becomes a struggle
When an abundance of unexplainable thoughts cross your mind
Leaves you clueless
Leaves you numb
Leaves you annoyed of yourself
Makes you kill your freaking self
And end every shit keep annoying your peace

Everyday becomes a struggle
When people give up on you
And you have to let them go even if you dont want to
Because you can’t deny your darkness And you’re helpless

Everyday becomes a struggle
When questions of, why you think like this? crosses you
When questions of, why you doing this? crosses you
When questions of, why you doing this with us? crosses you
When questions of, why you’re self loathing? crosses you
And when each question dives you right into dark reality of mess
Makes you question yourself
Your freaking self
And puts you into troubles of clueless mess where you can’t answer to the world and cry
Cry the shit of ya until the soul tires and body asks for sleep
Till next day to show up an act of dark struggle invisible to the world.

// Jannat

Struggles

How funny is the play
Everyday you get up
Wears a mask
To show up to the world
While figuring the ways to stay true to what they expect you to be
How hard it is to put up to the light
When you can’t deny the reality of mess you’re draining with
The reality of your darkness
The freaking shit you possess

// Jannat

Societal dilemma

We always go for passing or proposing laws that would create opportunities and ensure an access to women while forgetting the core controller of the access itself – the patriarch.
It’s like asking an unfortunately handicapped person to swallow a medicine by himself!

// Jannat

You’ve YOU, that’s enough!

Baby I’m too busy to ponder over you
I’m too busy for revenge
I’m too busy to overthink
I’m too busy to find reasons for your infidelity
Baby I’m wise enough to let go what’s already gone, to forget what was never mine
I’m nature enough to not let myself go into what’s not meant to be with me
I’ve me, I’ve universe!

// Jannat

What goes around, comes around

And then she surrendered
Did what she was scared of doing
Happened what she never wanted
All blames to be put on her
No blame games accepted
Because no one asked to do what she did
Perceptions differed
Thoughts contradicted
Vibes mismatched
Chaos created
No courage left to ask questions
No obligations to answer doubts
Distance came in
Though love existed
Self conflicts ruled over everything
The heart weeped out of unexplainable yet painfully upsetting flashbacks
No regrets over the decisions made
And then pointless to ask for what and why things went the way they’ve gone
Yet it teases, it hurts
Yet she’s bound to accept
Bound to surrender to unpleasant happenings
Yes to life’s another challenge
Yes to another test of patience
Yes to welcome the chaos she once created for others
Yes to karma, yes to karma!

// Jannat