The Dark Side

And she looked up at the sky

Laughing, her heart soaring

Like the birds flying so high.

With so much sparkle, they shined so bright,

Carrying more laughter and spirit than her lips,

Were her eyes.

White frock she wore,

Painted with pink flowers and green leaves,

She knew she could achieve anything in the world,

As long as she believed.

Her arms spread so long,

Like wings with which she could spin around,

Metres above the ground,

And glide along a wave,

Throughout life without any hardship,

Or crossing any path that was tough,

Prancing around from crest to crest,

From trough to trough.

With hair so long, that touched the ground,

She heard no noise, music was the only sound,

She felt like she wanted to celebrate everyday,

She was not afraid of life, come what may.

But when she put her feet on the ground,

Reality was something to which she had to abide,

And that’s when she got introduced to the dark side,

And that’s when something in her died.

She was no longer soaring in the sky,

She was floating without gravity in outer space,

There were no birds, only demons and ghosts,

Roaring in her face.

She had lost her spirit and sparkle,

Her face was pale,

Her lips were white,

And there was a constant innocent sadness,

Carried within the depth of her eyes.

Colours seemed to fade,

And so did her beliefs.

Gray was her shirt,

Gray was her dreams,

With no strength up her sleeve.

Life was still a wave,

But hardships began to be seen,

Everyday, every person seemed so mean.

It was hard to move from trough to trough,

It was hard to move from crest to crest,

Without feeling a weight in her chest.

And then she woke up from her sleep,

And realized that it was all a horrible nightmare.

She decided that she wouldn’t get conquered by the dark side,

Sometimes there may be less rainbows than rain,

Sometimes there may be less pleasure than pain,

But the choice of response to the demons within her,

Wasn’t just her experience, but her responsibility,

And she was responsible towards herself,

For creating a life which would make her happy again,

Even when the rest of the world seems insane,

So, with a smile on her face and a hope of a better dream this time,

She went back to sleep beside her king,

And covered her teary eyes with her beautiful hand,

Which, for the first time, didn’t have her favourite ring.

Copyright © Upasana Goyal 2016

Different Kind of Beauty

No, nothing can stop me now,

Yes, I was weak.

But now I am strong.

Now I will let my chains loose,

Because, now I realize,

Strength is not something that comes to me,

Strength is something I choose.

When I was younger,

I was caught up in myself,

Thirsty for life,

Crying for help.

I remember walking into a room,

A room full of friends laughing at me,

Thinking to myself, that I’m not enough,

And that I’m not how I’m supposed to be,

I felt so consumed,

Not knowing that I was a different kind of beauty.

Everyone is beautiful in a different and unusual way,

But it takes great experiences and a big heart,

To look without judgemental eyes,

To promote more love than hatred in others’ minds,

And to understand that it’s better to laugh along,

The laughers who laugh at you as they laugh—

Only because they are truly empty inside.

Now that I’ve grown older, wiser and stronger,

I choose to set myself free,

And to embrace who I am,

Because I’m a different kind of beauty,

And that’s who I’m proud to be.

Copyright © Upasana Goyal 2016

Free flow of energy

I wish there was an easy way

To feel what we want to feel

To do what we want to do

I wish there was an easy way

An easy life for me

An easy life for you.

I wish there was more sunlight

I wish there were more cars

Then people would take more road trips

The world would be dominated by

The power of love

Not the love of power.

I wish there was more kindness

I wish there was more light

People could talk more humbly

People could talk more lovingly

Then no one would treat another like a mess

And every person would feel more beautiful

More comfortable with themselves

Then people would live their life

By creating more beauty around them

Come what might.

I wish there were more games

More carom boards, more chess and checkers

And hearts wouldn’t bleed of sorrow

Then life wouldn’t be so lame

I wish there was a free flow of energy

More hearts who know how to receive love

More hearts who don’t have any trouble in radiating positivity

I wish there was more laughter

People could then embrace themselves for who they are

No one wouldn’t need any material object to be happy

Each one would live their life feeling like a Hollywood star.

I wish there was more mercy, more love and more charity

And people wouldn’t concentrate their possessions to themselves

I wish there were more people who didn’t beg

More people who were willing to help.

I wish it was easy

The free flow of energy

To find ways to fill this entire world with kindness

To fill this entire world with positivity

I wish people would realize

That they are the only reason

Why they live their life on Earth

With both joy and suffering

Only if everyone believed in themselves

And allowed themselves

And everyone around them

A free flow of emotional energy

This planet will be called Heaven instead of Earth

And everyone will prosper

And everything would work out beautifully.

Copyright © Upasana Goyal 2016