A Bundle Of Contradictions

Semi-autobiographical and it's kinda my first attempt to stick to a strict rhyming scheme. Hope you like it! :) 

Ten years ago,
You were a scabby-kneed pre-teen,
Not particularly,
A part of the cliche popular scene; 
You were,
Still stuck in the world of Barbies and Blyton;
Facebooking and dating,
Wasn't exactly your idea of fun;  
And now, ten years later,
You're an adult in name,
Away from the lure of,
That vicious thing called fame; 
Ten years ago,
You were doted on, By your loving family,
Never had a moment to be left forlorn;
Yet, back then, whenever you were,
In a crippling, cacophonic crowd,
You often felt,
A pang of loneliness that was unnaturally loud; 
And now, ten years later,
You're an adult in name,
Living on her own,
Away from the family but,
The deep bond is all the same;
Ten years ago, You had a couple of playmates,
Who'd light up your day with fun and frolic,
It's truly a tragedy that y'all had different fates -
And now, ten years later, Fo…

For many,  Joy is fame - To be recognized,
To be considered worthy, not lame; 
For them, Joy is to be surrounded, By throngs of admirers, And to be a living legend; 
But for some, Joy is the family ,  who loves unconditionally,
And supports wholeheartedly;
For many, Joy is wealth, A means to endlessly flaunt, Their material laurels; 
For them, Joy is to display, How better are they, Than the rest of the world;
But for some, Joy is the emotion, Attached to simple things,  Gifted with loving intention;
For many, Joy is influential connections, A means to show, How powerful they really are;
For them,  Joy is the arrogance, That they can get anywhere, Without hard work, by simple means unfair;
But for some, Joy is in old friendship, Etched with loyalty and love, Tinged with fuzzy, warm nostalgia;
Nowadays, for many, Joy is a envy-worthy social media feed, Filled with an intent to brag, Not an intent to reminisce;
But for some, Joy is in the delightful memories,  Just important enough to be …

Today's one of those days, When you've forgotten everything, That you'd memorized all night long,
You're worried that everything would go wrong; 
Today's one of those days,
When you'd rather stay in a cage,
With a poisonous, ominous snake,  Than stand in front of dozens on a stage;
Around you, are people lounging about,
As cool as cucumbers,
And here you are - Crippled with fear, struggling to remember; 
A shaky breath you take,
Pursue your lips, toss you hair,
Trying so hard to fake,
That you're an undaunted winner;
But all that false bravado falls,
When you see the first contender,
Enters the podium,
Clears his throat and stands tall; 
And then anxiety slithers in back,
Like a poisonous python,
Wrapping around you,
Making your insides go slack;
You see the first contender talk,
With flamboyant gestures, incredible voice modulation;
Seeing the audience,
It's sure he's won the adulation; 
And then, here you are,
Still trying to calm down,
Your thoughts running like a…

Mixed verse.
Staring at your laptop,
Chewing your fingernails,
Wondering why your ideas now fail,
Waiting for creativity to magically crop;
You remember the times,
When words wove into,
Meaningful, deep quotes,
And soulful, dreamy rhymes; You remember the endless praises,
That were bestowed,
You remember how,
You used to feel so superior, so hallowed;
And now, as you stare,
At the empty word document,
You can’t help but feel,
Blankness mingled with resentment;
You look around a bit,
To find something,
That’s so thought-provoking,
Something that you deem as fit;
You go through your Facebook Newsfeed, A bit desperate, a bit frantic,
‘Cause Facebook’s a place,
Overflowing with people’s crazy antics;
You are tempted to throw,
A nasty shade, masked by lyrical words,
Just so some idiots get sense,
Into their overly inflated heads;
But then you stop, Let out a deep sigh,
Shake your head in defeat,
Because no matter how much you yell,
No matter how much you beat,
Those morons aren…

Mixed verse. 
***

Contrary to popular opinion,
Love is,
A lot more than,
Grand gestures, passionate declarations; 
Love is when a mother,
Comforts you so your pain goes away,
Gives your forehead a gentle kiss,
And a warm hug that's pure bliss; 
Love is when a father,
Sits beside and patiently, teaches you,
Everything about the mysteries of life,  Stays strong beside you during a dark strife; 
Love is when a grandma, Makes you laugh,
With her hilarious anecdotes,
Of a village life filled with trees and boats; 
Love is when a grandpa,
Pats your back,
Just so you peacefully fall asleep,
In times when you can only weep; 
Love is when an uncle and aunt,
Take you out on weekends,
To celestial planetariums, glittering musicals,
 Each moment with them is simply magical; 
Love is when a little cousin,
Barges into your room,
And bosses over you,
Tells you what to do; 
Love is when you see,
A baby cousin,
Saying your name correctly, out loud,
Strangely, you can't help but feel proud; 
…

I see you,
Feeling completely sad,
Overthinking about the day,
That went too bad;
I see you,
Snapping at your near and dear ones,
Breaking things around you,
Wreaking havoc all around;
I think you should stop,
Being so sad, so tearful, so morose;
Don’t have anger or remorse,
Towards the day that flew in the past;
I think you should leave,  Your self-belittling thoughts for a while;  I think you should,
Curve your lips into a smile;
Smiling is a treasure,
Which costs absolutely nothing,
The delight, the happiness it gives you,
Is way beyond measure;
So stop crying over what’s gone,
Keep negativity away from you for a long while,
Because, darling, you do look really lovely,
When you curve your lips into a bright, bright smile; 
***
On the eve of my eighteenth birthday, I've pledged to start taking genuine efforts to make people smile. There is too much depression and too much sadness around. I think everyone deserves to show their pearly/yellowy/chippy/no-matter-how-else…