Unbroken

It hurts right now
But it won’t hurt forever.
To carry your broken heart within a broken body that can take no more;
It can still be done.
It still can,
even though you’re hurting beyond measure.

Tough times must come upon them;
Those life seeks to toughen,
beyond the ordinary.

Aye! building upwards atop the ashes of your past;
It’s gut wrenching, cruel, painful nigh fanatical, maddening et all..
As many emotions summed up into the lonely struggle tall.
Yet,
Believing it can be done
It can be done.
It can be done.

Ours is to build anew every time it comes crumbling down.

It can be done.
It can be done.

And his is to test; if broken we stay or unbroken we become.

It can be done.
It can be done.

No matter how great the fall,
Ye must heed the call;
Of his voice, awake, deep within.

It can be done.
It can be done.

He who looks into the scarred, horrible face of his reality and knuckles up..
Unperturbed. Yet again,
for another fight.

It can be done.
It can be done.

Battered and Beaten to the ground he falls,
Fallen but undefeated, to the sky he’ll rise again.

He’ll take the heaven by storm,
if he survives;

It can be done.
It can be done.

Oh! he’ll burn down the proud pillars of the lofty heavens above..
With his wrath Alone!

Beware if he survives,
Ye naysayers and unbelievers.

It can be done.
It can be done.

He’ll bend time itself;
And rein in the directions from as far out, as they reach.
A fine line between mortal and immortal, his glory shall breach.

It can be done.
It can be done.

If ye can keep him down,
Never let him up..

Only ye can’t.

If ye can drive a knife through his heart
and pray it kills him..

Only it won’t.

If ye can run for your life sooner than
ye realise, he shall not yield..

He might spare your life for servitude,
when his world is his;
And he has conquered all there was
in it,
to conquer.

He’ll slay all his foes,
Settle all scores to close.
Settle his debts, pay his dues.
As he walks up there,
Where he always belonged.
And he takes what is his
and rights all the wrongs.

Unbroken is he.
Glorious be his reign.
Unbroken Is he.
He befriended his pain.
Unbroken is he.
The gods bow down to his greatness.

He conquered the world.
And everything in it.
He conquered his fears and all the demons within..

Because it can be done.

© Jay Kaushal

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Majestic

A swan,
Paddles away
Furiously
Beneath the surface.
Just to stay
Afloat.
Nothing else.

Yet you,
Can only
Percieve
White floating grace;
Ripples nor Sound.
Flawless,
Utopian elegance.

And you,
Can’t imagine
Madness
Behind the scenes;
Hard at work.
Persevering,
Constant struggle.

The facade
Of perfection;
Unstable.
Control, no control;
Infinite cycles, intersecting..
Culminating..
Every second.

© Jay Kaushal

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New poems every Wednesday & Friday.

Resurrection

Don’t you dare
Give up
On your dreams.
Don’t you dare.

Don’t you dare
Convince yourself,
You’re not good enough.
Don’t you quit!

Even if your pockets are empty
Your fridge is empty
Your health is waning
And your bills are all past due.
Don’t you quit!

Don’t.

Even if they keep telling you
That you’re crazy.
Keep telling you
That you’re done,
That you’re finished;

Just Smile.

Rise again
From your ashes,
Like the phoenix.

Recognize.

Life is breaking you
Bit by bit.
Killing your ‘self’
Day by day.

One day this old ‘you’,
This weak you,
This hopeless you,
This defeated you;

Will be broken.
Will be dead.

One day, a new you;
The real you,
The invincible you,
The indefatigable you,
The conquerer you;
The greatest version of yourself..
Will be born.

But before that,

Like the phoenix,
You must burn.

Like the phoenix,
From the ashes of your old self..

YOU must be born again.

© Jay Kaushal.

New poems every Wednesday & Sunday.

Sorry for missing our date last Sunday. I had gone backpacking in the Himalayas. 🙂 I’ll post about it soon!

Wall Calendar

If you were gonna die today, would you still be spending your time the way you are?

‘Tomorrow’
Is here again,
For you;
Today,
My friend.

Yesterday you said tomorrow.
I hope today,
You just
Get off your butt
And start right away!

–Yours truly,
Much feared, Rather ignored…

Wall calendar.

© Jay Kaushal

Morning tea

The morning tea,
Brings an opportunity,
To think and reflect;
On where you find yourself
This morning;
Against, where you need to be.
Just grab a quiet corner,
Maybe a spot with a view.
If you smoke,
Just light a cigarette too.
Let the flavor of the smoke
And the vapors of the tea;
Rinse your mind of all thoughts,
As you wake up again,
To reality.
There are jobs left incomplete,
The night before.
There are plans that need,
To work some more.
If we are going to make it,
We better start right away.
Life has been kind,
To have granted us another day.

© Jay Kaushal