My Friendship

 The curtains close once again I hold my breath and bite nails Wanting to take back my steps But it's too late by now! For that micro seconds when I'd closed eyes The curtains were cleared off the stage I curse my best friend who forced me and here I'm, standing all alone to recite poetry What if I stuck in the middle? What if people would mock at me after all this? a thousand pairs of eyes staring at me expecting me to speak out something  a drop of sweat drips down through my chin I begin, fumbling and still trying to look confident my legs are shivering uncontrollably and heartbeats racing by now my body has lost all its senses as soon as I finish the last few words ''beat your fears'' in my heart something I realize and smile   Never knew back then, a hall echoing with applause would suppress my hesitation, awkwardness and fear for once and forever   

I was sitting on the steps at the doorway Sad, hurt and lost, everything seemed grey Why it happened? Why to me? What did I do?  Something has happened of which I had no clue Why are you so silent today? Is everything alright? Grandma wiped off my tears and hugged me tight  I shook my head and miserably blurted, ''I had a fight''. Don't lose heart, believe in your conviction of wrong and right    I never thought Resa would leave me for a better friend That impossibility of a beautiful friendship like ours would ever end ''Grandma, it feels heavy, weak and broken''. I want to evade the dark Look here, listen to me. I'll give you 5 tips to have a healthy heart i in this journey of inhale and exhale life will surprise, shock and challenge you it would never stay constant fretting would consume your agility mold yourself and Move Ahead ii there would be umpteen occasions when your heart and mind w...

When I was eight carrying chalk and slate sitting in the corner alone I ate It's not, I thought, making friends wasn't great There was something within I couldn't break While my other classmates played around I kept mum and made no sound Something interesting in their stories I found Sera, mimicking her angry mother, her face frowned Bella, sailing her paper boat in nearby pound One day, irresistibly, I broke into a laughter The entire class looked at me as a disaster A few befriended me, shared their deepest secrets and banter There's something which makes happy and empowered The Perk of Being a Wallflower This poem is written as a part of National Poetry Writing Month in an association with APM Nation.

There is something so different and, strangely beautiful about beginnings For, they bring in hope, novelty, zeal and that profound urge to make it up after the last fall which almost had permanently wrecked and hampered my ship of self-esteem and legacy  Just as the sun rises, radiating in glory no matter how dark the sky was at night It reigns and begin afresh everyday if not on the same page then another chapter There is a beginning to every ending Just as a sentence you begin after a full-stop even when it takes an eternity and all your sanity  This poem is written as a part of National Poetry Writing Month in an association with APM Nation.