There is a problem I guess
which is creating this mess.
I am just trying to be a good friend
who will stand with you holding your hand.
I have never asked you for anything
then why do you have this feeling?
I thought I was helping you feel good
but never knew I was also giving you bad mood.
I disturb you so much, just to check
that the smileys you make aren’t fake.
I want to turn things around in your favor
but I guess I am not that clever.
I know you are a strong girl
who can stand any furious whirl.
I am sure you will find a way out
and then whenever, my name, you shout
I will be there as a friend,
to enjoy the victory in the end
but I want to be with you not only when time is good
but also when you need to brighten your mood.
I thought I was helping,
never knew I was actually irritating.
I feel sorry for the impression I created
and my care was wrongly interpreted.
I would never want to be the reason of your pain
and promise, from me only smile you will gain.
I know you are fighting hard
but in case you need a guard,
I will be there,
As a friend to offer advice or care.
They say why you write?
Isn’t everything alright?
Are you always this sad
and whine about what you could’ve had?
To this I would say
writing poems is a way
to express and clear my mind
and just remember sometimes what I left behind.
My friends who are close,
knows that I never disclose
if I am feeling bad
because I don’t like to look sad.
That’s why I write
to make my mood alright.
I write to express what I feel
and sometimes to heal.
I write because it is easy
and a way which is classy.
I write to let know my friends
what I couldn’t directly explain.
I write because I don’t talk much
and poems have a magical touch
which makes my day bright.
Hence I write!
There are times when
you try what you can,
to take the words back
which might have created a crack.
But what once said,
no matter how bad,
can’t be erased.
Although you know that you have created a mess
all you can do is feel sorry
and want it to bury.
It was not intentional I know
but a momentarily false anger that echo.
I just want you to forgive me happily
Because I am sorry really.
A confused mind I have right now
still trying to figure out things somehow.
Where is that spark lost,
which I used to host?
Something is troubling me
which I cannot see.
In the deep down there is some fear
which I don’t want to bear.
May be letting go of some things would help
and my thoughts will feel this gap.
But no more of this trouble
I will blew away this tension bubble.
Just need to clear my head
And stop being sad.
Because there are more smiles I had
then the tears shed
Some people don’t care
but some are always there
Some people give you pain
but some are there whom with you go insane.
Some people may give you reasons to weep
but some will help you sleep.
Some will make your mood bad
but some are there who can’t see you sad.
Some claims to be your best friend
But only some will be there till the end
You have all the reasons to be happy each day
Because you really matter for some in every way