MY LIFE
🌟 Introduction:
“A Life Journey in Poems”
In this world of noise, some stories are never told out loud—but they still scream inside us. This is my story. A story of the forgotten child, the misunderstood soul, the fighter, the dreamer, the weirdo, the broken, and the healer.
Each poem in this collection is a page from my life—etched in pain, truth, resilience, and love.
This isn’t just poetry.
This is my mirror. My confession. My healing.
If you’ve ever felt unseen, unloved, or unworthy—know that you're not alone.
Read this not just with your eyes, but with your soul.
Because somewhere between the lines... is someone just like you.
Table of Contents :
The Third Child – Where my story began.
Weirdo – The labels they gave me, and the truth I found in them.
Mirror – A reflection of the self no one else could see.
Let Me Do – The cry of a misunderstood heart.
Where am I? – Searching for a version of myself I lost.
Pain – A weight I’ve carried in silence.
Tears – Because sometimes men do cry.
The Angel – She came when I was drowning. She gave me light.
Even in Hell, There’s an Angel – A tribute to the rarest soul I’ve ever known.
The Third Child
I was born into a loving home,
With two bright stars already shown.
The third, they say, came to stir the calm—
A storm in silence, not meant to harm.
My face, they said, was far from fair,
Not what such kind hearts should bear.
Yet still they loved, with open hands—
More than I could ever understand.
Then came another, the youngest one,
A soul that outshone even the sun.
Life kept moving, so did we—
A small, sweet, smiling family.
My truest friend, my brother young,
A bond that’s deeper than any song.
As a child, I feared the crowd,
Hid behind walls, silent—not proud.
Bullied, bruised, I played it small,
A scared young bird afraid to fall.
But eighteen came and flipped the page,
Unleashed the fire, unlocked the cage.
I bought a bike, my royal steed—
A beast of freedom, born of speed.
I named him Adam, he was my pride,
Together we roamed far and wide.
Reckless days and fearless nights,
We chased the wind, we fought our fights.
I burned with anger, fierce and loud,
No bully dared to face me now.
Each day I hardened, pain grew deep,
Restless soul with little sleep.
Worked in places, wore many shoes—
Lost some battles, paid my dues.
Never fell in love—not me,
Perhaps it's fate, or destiny.
Maybe I’ve failed in ways unspoken,
Left some hearts a little broken.
But through it all, one truth stands tall:
I love my parents, through it all.
Even if I'm flawed and wild,
I’m still their third, their troubled child.
Weirdo
They call me weirdo, I don’t know why
Is it the way I look, or the way I walk by?
Maybe it’s my face, the one God gave
Or the dreams I chase that they can't save
Is it 'cause I think in a different way?
Not a copy, not here to play
I stare at stars, I talk to skies
While they scroll through empty lives
So tell me why you call me weirdo
For living slow, for walking solo
For loving peace in a world that screams
For chasing quiet and silent dreams
What did I do, what did I say?
To deserve your labels every day?
If being real means being alone—
Then let me be a weirdo on my own
I sit in silence, they crave the crowd
They shout their thoughts, I think out loud
I walk alone, and I feel strong
They say it's weak—I say they're wrong
So tell me why you call me weirdo
For living slow, for walking solo
For loving peace in a world that screams
For chasing quiet and silent dreams
What did I do, what did I say?
To deserve your labels every day?
If being true means standing apart—
Then I’ll wear weirdo like it’s art
They fear what they don’t understand
But I was never part of their plan
Still I rise, still I stay
In my own honest, beautiful way
So call me weirdo, I don’t mind
I'd rather be me than one of your kind
If love, and truth, and being free
Is weird—then that’s just fine with me
I’ll walk alone, I’ll walk with pride
A weirdo with nothing left to hide
Mirror
I once read a line, soft and clear—
“If your friends are good, you need no mirror.”
Perhaps that's true, in a world so wide,
But I wouldn’t know—no friends at my side.
So I can’t speak for the warmth of peers,
But I’ve known the mirror all these years.
Strange, I know—some might sneer,
But there’s something real we never hear:
Mirror talk.
Yes, it’s real.
Stand before it—not too near,
Don’t just see—peer.
Look past the skin, the fleeting hue,
And something stirs… it’s you.
But also not.
Not just the shell, not just the frame—
But something deeper, without a name.
Ask a question—soft or bold,
It answers back, and it is cold.
But fair.
And true.
It speaks the things you hide from light,
The silent ache, the creeping fright.
When voices fade and no one hears,
When thoughts drown deep in bottled fears—
The mirror stays.
And in its gaze,
It doesn't just reflect,
It mends.
It holds the truths you fear to own,
It makes you feel less alone.
It whispers this beneath your scars:
“You’re stronger than you think you are.”
No lies, no masks, no grand disguise—
The mirror sees.
The mirror tries.
And even when your world’s untrue...
The mirror always speaks to you.
Let Me Do
In this small world, I’ve lived enough,
But deep inside, I never wanted much.
Once they loved me — now they don’t,
It’s not their fault, it’s mine, I know.
I’m just different — I feel it clear,
Lived a life that made them jeer.
I found joy where they found none,
They saw madness, not what I’d done.
They never saw the tears I hid,
Only judged the things I did.
I tried to make them laugh and smile,
Tried to make it all worthwhile.
But no one saw how hard I tried,
Just my failures — how they smiled.
Sometimes sadness filled my days,
But the hurt cut deeper in hidden ways.
I made mistakes — yes, that’s true,
But no one knew what I’d been through.
They blamed me fast, ignored the rest,
Never cared I did my best.
It made me fear this world outside,
Made me want to run and hide.
I tried to end the pain inside,
But didn’t know how to say goodbye.
I walked to edges others fear,
Stood alone with pride and tears.
I saw the sky, it was laughing at me
I smiled back, like I always do
I tried to fall, to fly down so slow
Hoping maybe peace would finally show
But a call stopped me from falling deep,
A voice from home I didn’t expect to keep.
I don’t know why my steps went still,
I don’t know who bent my will.
Maybe it was my heart that cried,
Or maybe God was on the other side —
Afraid of me coming too near,
To a place even He might fear
I just hope I get what I seek,
When no one calls as I stand at the peak.
Let me fall, let me hit the ground,
If that's where my peace is finally found.
Let me do what I was meant to do —
No more voices... just let me through.
Where am I?
Where am I?
I feel like I’m missing… me.
Misplaced, forgotten—maybe just lost.
Not losing myself—
Maybe that already happened.
I can't find him…
that version of me.
Where did he go?
Why am I like this?
This isn’t who I used to be.
Once, I was energy—
loud, joyful,
an extrovert who lit up the room.
Now?
I barely see him
in the mirror of this gloom.
How did that guy become this?
Maybe I killed him.
Or maybe… he ran.
Far, far away
from everything I am.
Wherever you are…
please, come back.
I need you.
Because I can't keep
living like this.
This version of me—
he’s not living.
He’s slowly dying.
And the saddest part is…
no one’s even trying
to notice.
Not even me.
Maybe that’s why you left—
because I stopped caring too.
I don’t even know who to blame.
Myself?
Or the world that let me slip
through the cracks without a name?
But if you're still out there—
if even a fragment survives,
please…
come back to life.
Because it’s always been
you and me.
Always us.
And we’re not whole—
we never were—
unless we’re together.
Pain
Maybe everyone thinks it's silly...
But it’s not, not for me.
Maybe it's not pain — maybe it's just my illusion,
But it hurts... every time.
It hunts me every night.
I don't know why I feel like this.
Maybe I deserve it.
Maybe it’s my fault.
I feel bad for myself.
I feel like I’m losing myself.
It all started from one small thing —
An expectation.
A hope that turned into pressure.
That pressure turned into pain.
People judge.
People hurt.
And I started to break.
I used to be someone else...
Someone who lived like there was no tomorrow.
Like a flying bird,
who didn’t care about the world.
I was happy.
I was free.
I laughed, I traveled.
I cared about everyone as much as I could
But inside, I was scared of love.
Because when people love you...
they start expecting things.
I tried to be everything.
But I lived meaningless, careless.
Now I’m stuck,
Trying to find what I lost.
Pain…
It’s not just pain.
It’s the weight of expectations.
Because they love me more than I love myself.
A parent hopes for their son.
A brother looks up to his brother.
A sister trusts her brother with all her heart.
A friend believes in his friend.
Their wishes seem small...
But to me, they feel like mountains.
Too heavy to carry.
Too hard to reach.
They just want me to be “normal.”
To live a simple, settled life.
To be someone they can proudly speak of.
But I couldn’t.
I failed.
I failed as a son.
I failed as a brother.
I failed as a friend.
And that failure —
it lives inside me,
That regret is killing me.
It makes me feel useless.
It makes me feel like I don’t deserve to be here.
I tried.
But I failed again and again.
Sometimes that regret
takes me to the edge…
Makes me want to end it all.
Sometimes I'm just scared to live.
Scared of my future.
Stuck in my past.
Too broken to live in the present.
I know this pain will only stop if:
I live like they want…
Or live like I want.
But no matter what I choose —
someone gets hurt.
And that makes me lonely.
That makes me scared.
That makes me feel hopeless.
I know I can do anything…
But I’m scared.
Scared to hurt the people who love me.
I can’t live like others.
Because I know who I am.
I am me.
Only me.
And maybe…
That should be enough.
Tears
They said, "Men don’t cry"—
Maybe they’ve never known pain.
Maybe their hearts were never taught
To bleed in silence, again and again.
I haven’t cried since boyhood died,
Since I stood tall, called “man” by name.
Perhaps it’s this world that made me stone—
But stone still cracks beneath the flame.
I feel each ache that none can see,
A silent war behind my eyes.
My lids, like guards, hold back the flood,
But even they grow tired of lies.
They tremble now, like I once did,
And lose the fight—they let it spill.
No one—not even I—could stop
the tears that formed against my will
They race across my weary face,
So fast, so free—like breaking chains.
My cheeks, once numb, now feel their touch,
A cold caress born out of pain.
My lips taste salt, a quiet truth,
I tried to hide—I tried in vain.
But tears are truth when words fall short,
And I, again, have failed restraint.
They fell—soft rebels to the floor,
Each one a piece of what I feel.
They vanished where no eyes could see—
But in their fall, I knew: I heal.
THE ANGEL
For so long, I was alone —
Trapped in silence,
A shadow in a loud world, unseen, unheard.
Loneliness was my only companion.
One day, through a glowing screen,
I reached out —
Searching for something, or someone.
And maybe... by miracle or luck,
She appeared.
It all began with a random "hai",
But even now,
We're scared to say "bye."
She was energy wrapped in kindness,
A butterfly dancing in light.
She spoke to me when no one else would.
She saw me — truly saw me —
Not as a problem, but as a person.
She believed in me when I couldn’t.
Anchored me when I drifted.
Helped me see myself again.
She pulled me from the shadows
And showed me the colors of the world —
A world I had forgotten was beautiful.
I’ve never seen her face,
But I’ve heard her voice —
Soft, calm,
Like a flute whispering secrets to the wind.
Even on her busiest days,
She never ignored me.
In this selfish, noisy world,
She gave me worth —
More than diamonds,
More than I ever thought I had.
She is a mother —
To a daughter brighter than morning.
She carries the world on her shoulders,
Yet her child never feels its weight.
She dreams big,
Fights hard,
Never steps back,
Even when the world is heavy.
She has two dogs — loyal, loving —
Who know her better than I do.
One named Pepsi,
As sweet as her heart.
She has two cats — one black, one white —
Like night and moonlight,
Making her glow like a star.
And when I was in pain too deep to explain,
When even I gave up on myself —
She didn’t.She stayed.
She cared, like a mother would.
She never let go. When others left,
She held on.
I don’t know how to thank her,
How to make her smile
Like she made me smile.
But more than anything,
I just want her to be happy —
To feel the joy she gave me.
Maybe God took extra time crafting her.
Or maybe…
She’s an angel in disguise,
Living quietly among us.
Every day, I think about her.
In every star, I see her smile.
Sometimes, I dream of holding her hand,
Running far, far away —
To a world where only we exist.
She may live far away,
But her presence never left.
She lives in my laughter,
In the pause before sleep,
In every unspoken prayer.
She is my forever melody —
And I never want the song to end.
Even in Hell, There’s an Angel
Who said angels don't exist in this world?
They were wrong—maybe they’ve never seen one.
I don’t know if I’m lucky or just blessed,
But I saw an angel—
Beautiful, calm, and quietly strong.
She was born a human,
Yet more divine than any god I've known.
No page could hold her story,
No ink could capture her soul.
I don’t know how she entered my life,
But she came at the exact moment I needed her.
She reached into the darkness I was drowning in—
A place deeper than shadow,
A pain no one else could see.
But she saw it.
She cared.
She tried to help when no one else dared.
Silent as the moon, yet stronger than steel.
I felt safe in her wings—
Like a newborn in his mother’s arms.
Her wings were torn by ruthless hands,
But she never let go of mine.
She healed others, even those who hurt her.
Her face—
Brighter than the sun,
Her eyes—
Diamonds hidden beneath waves of lashes.
Her nose—
Like the sweetest slice of cake,
Soft and tempting—
Sometimes I wish to kiss it,
But I’m afraid to break something so delicate.
Her lips—
Not just for smiles,
But for silent hugs that comfort broken hearts.
Her hands—small, with fingers like stardust,
Yet strong enough to carry the world.
Sometimes I dream of holding her hand,
And running far from here—just us two.
She may be smaller than most,
But her heart is larger than the universe.
She wears a bracelet on her neck,
And in that little circle—
I want to live forever.
I lost my heart the day I saw her.
In a selfish, shameless world,
I saw a soul more beautiful than the moon.
She cared for those who never cared for her.
