Life Elements Poetry


And when I was told

to be a part of the crowd,

I chose to sit back;

safe and sound.

They asked me ‘Why?’.

“No one’s there.” I said.

“I want peace instead of sound.”

Humiliation, I felt.

Questioning my sanity,

they left me unbound.

Craving isolation,

Embracing myself;

slept on the couch.

Here, I see myself;

Sitting on one of the dark clouds,

Trying to reach out.

Stranded yet content in myself.

Fed up of my “flaws”,

I called your name,

To help me overcome your loss

But you pushed me down.

Perplexed; I cried

with blood dripping on the ground.

They came running,

asking me for my whereabouts.


I couldn’t say it out loud.

“I’m alright”

They laughed at me,

aware that it was a lie.

Wide awake;

Surrounded by shady figures,

Putting words in my mouth,

Finding solutions to my ‘wrongs’,

Breaking down my walls,

Taking over my thoughts.

I felt tired.

Decided to explore and come out,

Became a part of the crowd,

Escaped my awkward shell of coyness.

And as expected,

I saw no one around.

By Harman 🌻

I am a self-love poet who enjoys sharing words of wisdom, self-love and encouragement to uplift all the kind souls stuck in the paranoia of self-doubt. Feel free to get in touch with me for a genuine conversation :)

94 replies on “Crowd.”

When you wrote, “Craving isolation,
Embracing myself, slept on the couch.” I Felt It.

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