worry
December 17, 2008 § 15 Comments
Worry works from within,
spoiling happiness with prickly questions.
A million ways to spoil our being-
a silent killer called worry,
affects our mind with
a hundreds of gray propositions.
deathly and hopeless
it tries to make you feel,
dejected and worthless,
it tries to chain your heel.
Hour and after you feel lost,
hour after hour the past,
just keeps coming apart.
Future it tries to steal
and life it tries to make
a ghost of,for real.
yet you know these are illusions,
which are your perception’s delusions,
you know that it is bound to get better,
life is much more livelier.
Kill worry,
make your life your own.
When times passes
and people are gone,
what remains will be ,
what you have borne
and undergone
and finally how you survived
and how much you have revived
from the soil,
back into a tree, of time and age
and strength to strength,
the storms of the past
would be your memory,
but bright days of water
and sunshine will be
your gift ,to yourself,
forever,you can shine,
even if pests try to hurt,
you can be firm and curt
and stick to what is yours,
for life is to lived
and not spent hour after hour
behind blank gray masks.
Don’t let worry,
have its way.
Be yourself
don’t be afraid.
Be yourself,
don’t think you will fail.
Just,be yourself,
not others or fake,
for your own sake.
the light shines the brightest
the light shines the brightest 
sigh!! there couldnt have been a more appropriate time for this poem. I m so worried about my exams and some other things in life.
Wonderful poem.. Worrying make us grow old than we are!
🙂 I like!
As things fall right before eyes of lies,
they realize that without pain comes no gain.
If my constant failure was eased up by another’s painful gain,
why couldn’t I be fine instead of lies that blow up in your face like mines?
Without the dyes the artist would not be able to paint the earth and give it birth,
but without the brush the artist is nothing but a man without a plan.
Nameless creations and empty faces find life in the epitome of their own souls.
Without failures there would not be successions.
Without mistakes there would be no depression.
If I had my life taken from me like a key that was tossed in the sea,
would anyone notice I was gone?
If I am so important to some, and yet am not important to most,
would I just boast that I am lost in this world without a cost?
Figuring out what is mostly not important and what is mostly important,
seems like a deeper meaning of seeing the sleeping leaving.
Yet these eyes are waiting for the time to cry
When nobody will criticize me for my cries of living,
because of these lies that are before my eyes that blow up in my face like mines.
Kill worry, cool!
Wonderful poem. Killing worry will solve a lot of things. It will bring us happiness instantly.
hey dude nice blog.. i would say that u play with words… takin time to go through ur whole blog…..
mean while check for my page n if can give suggestion to improve it out…
thankx
Kven
http://kollywoodmoviereview.blogspot.com/
wow… such a nice poem… 😀
keep it up, Vishesh….
nice one dude …
apt for every human nthe planet 😀
Very well said in a syllabic way. I loved it all the way, Great work.
I am writing a series on thinking and i recently just posted the 3rd article which focused on thinking VS worrying, i hope you check it out as it compliments what you are talking about in this poem.
Thanks for sharing.
Very apt and filled with a truth known not to many for they run faster than the light of inspiration and inward thinking. Beautifully written as always!
very true in your verse vishesh. when we are true ourselves, no need to afraid. worry last for a moment, and always worry is nothing going to change.
“sigh”
(yeah, just that)
Sigh! Perfect poem at a perfect timing.. Agreed with the rest. Killing “worry” is the road towards happiness 🙂 Great poem!
/* When times passes
and people are gone,
what remains will be ,
what you have borne */
Nice…We all can connect with it at some level.
😀 –vishesh