All That Struggle Is Gold

This poem set off at dawn one fine autumn

Tossing,

The judgements,

The endless shredding of verbal dirt,

Sick mannered skins separated from their

Own freedom,

Mannequins fading in and out of a nine to five job

Which assists them to survive with lesser complaints and faster hairfall,

Eyes resting on balconies drooling for

Stories that would burn one's household,

This poem set off with adrenaline levels higher than

The logical level of maniacs who were never taught rules,

This poem did all you need to survive,

The binomials, the calculus and the probability

Of how much of a touch qualifies as wrong,

It wrote long assignments and studied midnight,

And slept during exams

And was beaten for it,

This poem was called names for being

Different or similar,

Coward or brave,

Talkative or silent,

Apparently for existing,

It trips over sometimes at places that remind of people,

Who were emotionally incorrect to be with

But had it known the mistakes before being written,

This poem has dreams no one believes in,

This poem has a world others fear to see,

This poem is different from what you forcefully brought it up to believe in,

This poem will travel places and let others swallow it's metaphors,

That will change the masses,

The barriers,

The stereotypes,

This poem is what you need to register in your mind that,

Has been reduced to a walnut,

In the myriad carnage of your modicum,

You need to know,

That it's okay to start your day after everyone,

It's okay to stop midway somewhere even if alone,

It's normal to have a breakdown, but foolish to kill your health,

It's okay to skip a party and befriend your bed,

It's okay to sleep a little more,

It's human to love— human to leave— and human to move on,

It is okay to live on your own terms,

To study a little more,

To score a little less,

To attend that extra class

Or to bunk with the mass,

To eat what you like,

To cry when you want,

To be a gentle - man,

To wear what you like,

To ask the questions,

To be — YOU,

Because explain what life would you lead if it is not what you wanted?

Explain you won't live blaming the others,

While deep inside you will know that

It's you— only you,

Because tell me what this poem would have been,

If I'd have never dared to scribble my thoughts?