Warm
Strangers narrate my poems through the information I provide
Sometimes they apprehend the wrong
Perhaps most of the time they are right.
Well my poems are reflections of my vulnerable side
Which I decided not to hide
They keep asking me,
Who am I?
Agreeably I’m neither a knower nor a lover
Never considered myself a fighter or a writer
Maybe I am solely a thinker who is indeed sensitive to others
What I am up to no one knows!
Am I someone who thinks out of the box?
Or someone who goes after the monotony of orthodox?
Well, I want that conclusion from the unknown,
Who can relate and read my feelings altogether in prose
I have been a part of a matrix with no emotions,
Where people lack basic altruism,
And brag egoism
Without being socially conscious
With a whiff of narcissism
There was a time when even I wanted to engage
But with the only ones who were on the same page
Regardless after being in different life stage
I chose to hold compassion for every age
I have been questioned,
Why I’m doing my fairest to hear others’ laughter?
I crossed suspected,
Why can’t we treat others as somebody’s son or daughter?
It took a while to fill my heart with compassion,
My only trait that never fades
And to put forward LOVE,
The only home that I can offer to my real ones when they need shades.
I can’t cry tears of mediocrity
For me,
Being alive is not merely breathing
Preferably it’s having an aristocracy of feelings
So far I have continued to love consistently
By raising my vibration and frequency
Without any unhealthy dependency
I’m surrounded by people who are preparing for some elite post
Here question arises at what cost?
Firstly, they have to find kindness which is already lost
Secondly, they need to be civilized enough to be gentle and soft.
Thinking without a bit
Some still live in the post-truth society
Where individuals are void of integrity
And they proudly exhibit it!
Yet my upbringing taught me to serve humanity
And I’m doing it with full grace and dignity
By staying clear and aiding others with my portion
When human hearts get affected by the hurricane of distortion and restoration.
Why am I sharing such a proclamation?
Satisfactorily, once I was touched by one wise man’s declaration,
“Suicide is a mass murder”
People die due to loneliness and peer pressure,
Next, I’ll jot down what I acknowledge from his confession,
To protect humankind it’s not necessary to be a barrister, civil servant, or doctor,
We can administer anyway by simply being there for each other.
When we get a choice to hold grudges against other’s sin
Don’t you think!
We must forgive all,
As it’s an ultimate win.
At the end of the day, we all are human beings,
So if you do not want to be judged as a victim or witness,
If you want to reveal your scars, you have got from those silent battles
Or wish for someone who can listen to bonds of some unfinished business
Or solely need a hug without remissness
Then, HONEY!
Reach out to me
any help if I can do,
Trust me,
I will be more than grateful to you
~By Chinki Ridhi Choudhary