poetry by ishaan

 My love stain My heart is incomplete, without you in it.  My sea bed is lonely, help me fill it.  Be my ocean, we’ll swim in it.  Can’t you heal me  Your love has failed me How can I compete? The only competitor I’ve ever had is me.  I had fallen for you  Oh from quite so high I had fallen from the mountains That seemed to be touching the heights of the sky No I can’t bear the pain again Vulnerably miserable  My heart bled, and you’re my love stain.  ~ishaan

The ones who cannot rest What they think,  doesn’t matter.  They think they’ll speak, and we’ll listen to their  instructions and commands.  No, we won’t.  As we’re not “normal” and we’re too weak  and tired to have demands.  We cry, while hugging our pillows, in pain.  They hear us but don’t care, saying we’re not sane.  Been up all night, wanting to cut ourselves, shred ourselves to pieces, start again; How’d that help, should I just run away, so I remain? They call us fake,  seeking attention.  Saying we’re just teenagers  and nothing bad has happened in our lives, and that there are no worries or tensions.  Call us fake because we don’t share, but ask yourselves, Do you even care? If I say, I want to die, will you cry? Don’t.  Why pity us now? Don’t.  Long time back,  wanted someone to befriend us,  as we were feeling low and down,  thought we had hit rock bottom.  But now, we cannot be he...

The negative inside him The negative inside him, is coming out to attack his personality, his life.  It’s like he isn’t controlling himself, his thoughts are so he stays away from the knife.  Avoiding things he will regret, losing sentimentality.  Preferring darkness, forgetting positivity.  Sitting on grass, in front of a moonlit lake, he’s doing that for his sake. As it’s his latibule,  and he’ll do whatever it’ll take.  For his mental health is at stake! -Ishaan