By Sahil Pathan
I. A Dance in the Dark Furnace
Life is a nightmare,
Offers more scars, yet they're rare.
Thrown into battle, no choice to restart.
You dance with flames, your fiercest part,
Crafting life's chaos into art.
No guide, no map given,
Yet, always expected to be madly driven.
You're told to shine, but given no flame,
Break down? That's your fault. Bear the shame.
No promises, no insurance made,
But life slashes clean, no aid.
Ownership of life, you must take!
Pulling mountains, health at stake.
Road's quake, no looking back,
Even the furnace laughs:
"Nice try, Jack."
II. Hell looked easy, so I made it Home!
Aspiring eyes, always free,
Reaching the summit is the goal to see.
Forced into a class where you never meant to be.
While the system feeds you lies,
Either digest or disagree.
Dreams you once kept in your eyes,
Now rot in wounds, stitched with strangled lines.
Each step, a scream on burning tiles!
It spares none, whosoever in the list!
Time bleeds out like sand from a clenched fist.
Reality laughs, "Another hour dismissed!"
Suck it, Man - no time to ache,
Life's a furnace where you bake.
Still, you walk on, heart bruised and soul hollow,
Writing strength on every sorrow.
III. You Dope, Catch the Rope!
Past dances wild in your head,
Tearing joy with an invisible blade.
Then opens the window of regret,
It burns the soul like a lit cigarette.
Guilt becomes the shadow,
Nonetheless, you run from it, "But you fool!
It's an endless meadow."
No one to hold,
Yet tears dry out and become old.
No one respects different initial points.
Truth kisses your lips, then slaps and disappoints.
You beg for silence, yet another riot appoints.
Leaving you dizzy at broken moral joints.
You're tasked to survive,
No bonus, no extra coins!
Just when the silence feels too loud,
A flicker of light breaks through the cloud!
God leans in, whispering: “Hope tosses a rope: Catch, you dope.”
But the brain barks, "No scope.
My man, it's a false hope."
IV. Embered Gifts and Devil Drifts!
Holding yourself together, you lift,
And life gives another bomb,
A never-asked gift!
With an embered heart, you rise and drift.
Life is biased, yeah, it's true.
But your soul is forged in golden hue.
Forever bold. Forever true!
Life slides in with misery and money,
Chaos rumbling deep in its tummy.
Selling peace? Now that's just funny!
Yells Life: "Some days full, some empty.
Good luck sunny :) "
Again, God raises 'grace',
But sooner the devil within finds a path to trace.
Running a new, foolish rat race,
Destroying life's beautiful and slow pace.
You trade people for wealth,
God chuckles: "Ah, my son.
Let me gift you poor mental health."
V. Thrown Coal, Forged Diamond Soul!
People's judgment once made you weak,
“Fool!” they barked at their noisy peak.
But now, no feelings left to speak,
No approval, no permissions to seek.
Life hits hard, with a pace so bold.
But nothing stings; you've grown too cold.
Anger no longer burns you through.
That bastard thief once stole the truth.
'Comparison' a double-edged sword.
Use it wisely to protect your guard.
Or dumps you in despair's hell,
A broken man's reward,
Making you numb and a coward.
So you wear a fake smile, hoping strength will snap.
Congrats! You've mastered the ‘I'm fine' trap.
You put on a face of positive traits,
You say you're okay, but it’s all crap,
Instead, take solid actions and make life a rap.
Discipline makes you rule the world,
Still hunting motivation - what a joke!
Dopamine's a prankster, all twisted and curled.
It dances like fire, then fades quick,
Leaving you chasing a vanishing trick.
Jealous of stars? Their success?
Dummy, it's no benefit,
Everyone's unique, why don't you admit it?
Carving your destiny is in your fate,
Life's ferocious yet elegant, so don't hate!
Your stardust will shine, so just wait.
All the power you desire in your name,
Trusting your instincts gives you fame!
Wake your fire, don't let it tame,
Look within and trace your flame!
VI. Welcome to the “I’m Here for You!” Scam
Support? Too rare, who cares?
Life's a beast, only tears!
True friends? If they exist, hold them near,
If not, face the storm, arise even with fear.
Even on an empty stomach, dare!
Because even the broken ones blaze through the air!
People pretend to be yours,
Yet when you need them, they slam shut the doors!
You're left alone, wiping life's dusty floors.
They carry smiles stitched from silence,
Behind painted faces, truth bleeds violence.
They say: ‘Pappa's love will guide your way.
But mine?
He stayed far, didn’t know what to say.
Just hard truths, no play.
Not cruel, just distant, cold, unsure,
I searched for warmth, but learned to endure.
Yet a spark appears when no one remains,
Your mother's love stays through endless rains.
She'll choose you over gain,
Over. And over. And over again.
Even when your sky splits with silent pain!
She'll carve your pain into her veins,
Even if her own light must wane.
Not for glory, not for fame,
Just to see you happy, no poem can explain.
And few strangers' moonlight steps upon life's soft canvas,
Making you feel, God just doesn't watch silent dramas.
Souls who showed up when blood didn't!
Sometimes, angels wear no wings,
Just broken shoes and kindness rings.
People who saw your soul through eyes,
Where you forget the whining by choosing smiles :)
Yet even love can't kill the hurt.
Their slammed doors still scream through the dirt.
So trust still feels like a curse.
Buried deep in the graveyard and purse.
Eyes scream! What lips won't say,
While laughter hides pain in broad display.
The real self sleeps beneath layers of lies.
In a world where truth quietly dies.
When the world backs down,
Your rage paints the floors.
That's when the beast in your ribs,
Cracks its cage and soars!
VII. They said ‘Burn!’ So, I Became the Sun!
Until the night your blood wrote: "Fight back!",
Not a plea, but a mathematical attack!
The equations of your suffering are finally solved,
Became the claws with which the moon dissolved.
Now tears become the ink of phoenix fire,
To write a legacy for others to inspire!
Failures? Doubts? They sting no more,
Became a reason to fight on life's darkest shore!
Even the rays of sun must crack the sun to shine!
So cracks? Not weakness, but art,
Each fracture a map to the iron-willed heart!
And when reality mocks you hard,
You become rocky, a king without guard.
You wear your scars, a beast forever barred!
A storm unchained, battle-scarred,
But a legend carved in disregard.
Let them call it madness, this fire you breathe,
A wolf unchained, with storms in his teeth!
You rewrote fate with shattered bones,
Turned every rejection into power.
Raised by thunder, born of scars,
Now hunts the moon and swallows stars.
The sky explodes with warnings,
You laugh, then feast.
Torture is just a word when you’re the beast!
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