Discomfort in Seek

A word they taught..

Negative in thought..

Often caught..

In phases..

Hardship fought..

Discomfort..

In knot..

Of comfort’s plot..

Wanted not..

By all who got..

Though an empty slot..

In discomfort, bought..

Would oppose all, you were taught..

For life..

Begun as a clot..

Dreams..

Later sought..

As dot by dot..

Your connection, to a lifetime thought..

A path hot..

In opportunity’s shot..

As comfort..

In rot..

Of your driven plot..

Motivation seen not..

In comfort never fought..

Words to dot..

In thought..

Of beams, never taught..

Beams..

In light of what hardship brought..

For just like a clot..

In growth it caught..

Discomfort..

Sparks success you knew not..

Yours to Seek..

To clocks in tick..

As time..

Would speak..

Against the weak..

Dreaming sleek..

Yet never in peek..

Of discomfort to seek..

For every mountain in peak..

A path..

To failures squeak..

Yet lessons to every week..

Past tears to your cheek..

A strength would leak..

To experiences you’d speak..

In gratitude of a streak..

Comfort would find sick..

Seek..

To your path..

A Comfort..

In discomfort..

They saw weak..

~Alby.

{ The hidden riddles of this piece are meant to bring out the beauty in going out of your comfort zone in order to attain your goal, free your soul from fear and experience life in its true nature. As you read this, yes, you, reading these words flowing to your sight and inner voice, smile and seek discomfort. } Inspired by YesTheory.

A Tall walk, in Stain

Recalls of a fall..

Past all..

You’d call..

Warmth in stall..

To attention’s wall..

For none..

Too tall..

In sights of a brawl..

High in mind, past friends..

Seen small..

Life’s doll..

In glamour’s hall..

Past fields of reality’s ball..

Walk..

In strides to flock..

To your burning smoke..

None to talk..

Past sights you’d hawk..

Criticism in block..

Mistakes to knock..

Opinions you’d lock..

Lurking..

Karma’s stalk..

To ticks..

Of your clock..

In strides..

To rock..

Beyond..

An empty shock..

With none..

To flock..

Though all..

In mock..

An ego to contain..

Past bonds in maintain..

An attitude..

Never..

In explain..

To all, by your lane..

For gain..

Sacrifices pain..

In status to maintain..

Blinded to the drain..

Of friends..

In chain..

To departures rain..

Welcome to your reign..

Of greatness to maintain..

Driving you insane..

For souls..

Once main..

Now..

To an empty plane..

Greatness..

In brain..

Loss..

To your gain..

In bonds..

To stain..

Past an ego..

Vain..

~Alby.

Need

Life..

All but decreed..

To a journey, in breed..

Of Fate’s seed..

Deed by deed..

Years in feed..

Of a “fate”..

You’d heed..

Failures speed..

To your chapter..

In read..

A world you’d plead..

In “worth” it agreed..

A grave they’d weed..

To your fate, indeed..

Caged in concede..

To a soul’s mislead..

For Life..

Often..

In misread..

Of a theory’s greed..

Fate..

Indeed..

To a life’s feed..

Forgetting your part..

To exceed..

Actions we seed..

Stringing in bead..

Of a fate..

To succeed..

Life..

All but decreed?..

Or your chapter..

To feed?..

A mind in speed..

Yours indeed..

A heart in bleed..

One..

To lead..

For a fate..

In succeed..

Resonates..

In need..

~Alby.

Dream

A faint beam..

To light..

Your dream..

Burning dim..

In fades of a scheme..

One..

Blurred in theme..

A Possibility..

Never..

To seem..

Your probability..

In trim..

For a mentality you deem..

To blurs..

Gleam..

A step it would seem..

To an endless stream..

Of tears in brim..

Your flowing stream..

Forever..

In..

Swim..

Scream!..

Drowning limb..

Compared to “him”..

In cycles..

To life’s rim..

Fading dream..

To your mental grim..

Though..

A step in limb..

Towards an endless team..

Of a mind in cream..

Pumping steam..

To a heart in theme..

Of a visioned gleam..

In life’s swim..

Blurred?..

In dream?..

Fears, to your scheme?..

Scream!

In blow of steam..

To destiny’s beam..

Edging closer..

To your Dream..

~Alby.

Tears

Be strong, feeble whispers echoing through a mind while running deep into the soul as the body quivers with despair. The courage and strength in holding back the warm yet painful streams of what many take as a relief, often not bound in you. As they, in glances to hands that would shiver miserably, in attempts to wipe away the silent cry.

In resonation, a loneliness echoing in grasps for breath as trials of blocking off the weeping, all in vain. The thought of others perceiving you in such a state, in push towards self torment that would go on to threaten life in the long run.

Is it worth it?

A question that rings through the mind. In turn, swirling up a query that many could relate to..

Am I, worth it?

Self esteem, two words that flow easily off our lips yet strong enough in numbness leading to the reticent condition that throws us back to the very same tears we’re afraid of. Blame, always propelled towards us, in a mirage of weakness.

However, real strength, often roots deep in the silent depression, with no barriers of support. In truth, we never know what’s going on in someone’s life, but find ourselves rushing to attack them with words that strike deep and bring about more harm, for we never ponder over the fact that physical pain is much sweeter than an emotional encounter.

Laughs launched at you, resonating deep down as the mocking sights surround and blind you from the inner beauty you possess. Thus, a driving force of many youth shuttered in self worth. Time, of little essence to them as they fall to a daily routine that exposes the emptiness felt overwhelming.

“They don’t understand me..”

“No one gets me..”

The veracity of the matter, no one will comprehend what truly flows in you with depth, but will this pull you down to the very ground that fails to lift you up if you don’t put up a fight?

Self love, the cure to self hate. A theory silent to multitudes of our young generation falling to distractions of death. Drug abuse, the easier path to curb a reflection they see. A reflection, the society silently fuels. Reflections of a refractive portrayal of our mental health.

Am I worthy?

In tears shunned, yet, completely human. In pangs of depression, normal to feel. In lows that deserve love and warmth. For worth, is a consistent path of life that we all walk. So as the tears fall, to a heavy chest in breath, choose not to fall with them, but use the weight of the situation to impel you to the evolution of the perfection you bury inside.

~Alby.

A Drive, to Death

Ten past five..

My son..

Alive..

A bond, once..

In thrive..

As days I’d deprive..

For your warm arrive..

Your life I’d strive..

Now..

In no revive..

Fingers five..

To my joy, live..

“Son”..

A farewell Call..

While alive..

Gazing past a window..

You’d drive..

Son..

Please..

Survive..

Mama..

In write..

To tears tonight..

Your graduation in sight..

A man in might..

Forever my baby, in light..

Nights I’d hold tight..

To days you were light..

Growing..

In delight..

Words to this night..

In memory of your bite..

Stares to a door..

In my Son’s invite..

Waiting in delight..

Past reality..

Despite..

Son..

Your car in ignite..

Speed to incite..

Pleasure to youth in sight..

Cheering might..

Fame seemed right..

Death..

In sight?..

Advice, I thought right..

None..

You took polite..

Mamas fright..

Now..

In recite..

Of a farewell tonight..

Broken bones..

In sight..

Skin once light..

Now..

To beeps, in fight..

Son..

Please..

Fight..

As tears tonight..

In Mama’s sight..

Holding tight..

For hopes..

Of life’s invite..

To a moment..

In spite..

Of your final beep..

To light..

“Son!”..

Your Mom..

In desolate breath..

Of..

Your drive..

To death..

~Alby.

Speed kills, your thrills to a popular status, are never worth the pain to loved ones you’d leave behind.

{ Based on a true story }

A Thought, to live

Silence..

To a mind in thought..

Minutes..

To a family’s grieve..

Tears..

Drained towards a neck, in knot..

A life to live?..

Or One..

Forgot?..

Blood..

To a sleeve..

Cold..

And distraught..

I..

Naive..

To those who taught..

Yet none..

In relieve..

Of Pain..

I Fought..

A dilemma in deceive..

To a mind that bought..

Thoughts..

To believe..

An end in clot..

I..

Naive?..

In joins of a dot?..

Focus..

To pain you spot..

A mind you fought..

Negative in plot..

Worth..

It knew not..

As silent..

Tears..

To a pain..

They taught..

Silence..

To your mind..

In thought..

Of a memory..

Past a knot..

~Alby.

{ Your thoughts become your reality, no matter the struggle, no matter the situation or pain, fight to block off negativity.

Breathe, and feed your mind with powerful positive affirmations :

” I am Strong “

” I am Unique “

” I am Me “

You are your only version, and you are what you envision and dream.

Be the light at the end, of your desired path. }

Your Trace, in Chase

A past to retrace..

In present, to your pace..

A future, in chase..

Phases..

To life’s lace..

Eyes, in thoughts to place..

Yours to grace..

In read, of these words, at pace..

Focus..

Now..

To your face..

Hello..

To you..

Lost in space..

Of time..

You chase..

A path..

To embrace?..

Open..

A file, to your case..

A past in grace?..

Or presently..

A disgrace?..

Your future..

In displace?..

Read..

Through your race..

Deeper..

To words, now, by your face..

Breathe..

In erase..

Of regrets to your case..

For human..

In mistakes to brace..

Life..

A learning pace..

Your past..

Never to replace..

In Present..

To your Embrace..

For a future..

In trace..

Of lessons..

To chase..

~Alby.

Fate to scar

Glows of a star..

Miles far..

Beauty in scar..

To a universe, we are..

Trending far..

To fate, we scar..

I..

Once high..

To your life..

In eye..

A bond to go by..

Never in thought..

Of a goodbye..

Why?..

For shy..

We’d spy..

On texts to eye..

Grins passed sly..

A union in tie..

Uplifting..

Our sky..

As months..

Went by..

Hi..

To bye..

Happiness..

Never..

In buy..

Quenched in try..

As finally..

Miles..

To fly..

A glimpse nearby..

For one..

Always in reply..

Beyond miles to fly..

Finally..

Stood..

By..

My..

Eye..

Hi..

To you..

I’d rely..

Hi..

To we..

In lie..

Unknowing..

Of a silent goodbye..

For we, too shy..

In mend, of a try..

Tears..

In cry..

Why?..

To a glimpse gone dry..

In look to my star..

Driven far..

Beauty we’d scar..

To a universe..

We were..

A past so far..

Yet..

Closer..

A fate..

We’d scar..

~Alby.

{ Bonds can often be hard to maintain, many to crave, for those who have them, how many would be selfless enough, to be brave and true to a life, you might save }

Your Shot, in Peace

A prayer..

We sought..

Rushing for a spot..

Islam..

In thought..

Prayers..

We..

Forever taught..

A loving lot..

In phobia’s knot..

Justice..

We got?..

As we knew not..

To your painful plot..

An opening you caught..

Guns..

You brought..

Mama..

Knew not..

As Laila she brought..

Baba..

In religion to sought..

Before his eyes..

Blot..

To sights..

Caught..

As Bullets..

Running hot..

Carpets..

In clot..

Of blood..

To our lot..

‘Salam’..

Peace..

A greeting, always taught..

Lord!..

Your servant..

Knew not..

Before..

His death..

From..

Bullets..

Shot..

Blood to rot..

In a massacre..

You brought..

Falling..

Bodies to a mosque..

In wait..

Of their slot..

To your fatal knot..

Inch to dot..

Veins..

In clot..

Islam..

All we sought..

Before bullets..

We caught..

Peace..

We thought..

Ammo you bought..

In bodies..

To slot..

Some..

Fought..

Death..

Knew not..

Laila..

In clot..

Mama..

Shot..

Baba..

His family brought..

Downed..

To..

Gushes..

Of blood..

From..

Guns..

You..

Shot..

Peace..

To a religious bliss..

Past bullets..

In hiss..

Prostrations..

You’d dismiss..

Lives..

In cease..

Lord!..

My niece..

Globe!..

Your family..

To miss..

Lord!..

Watch over this..

As Mothers in kiss..

Laid..

In miss..

A phobia..

Of blood..

In increase..

To your shot..

In..

Peace..

~Alby.