Sometimes all that happens make me think that all of us are infatuated with a little sadness. Melancholic songs and a deep nostalgic memory… What do we have while its cold on the inside of our chest. We all enjoy happiness and life is no doubt a sheer joy. But sometimes we have this urge to chase the things we know we’ll never have and then it makes me sad how we ourselves choose our regrets…
And never let that one go! 🙂
Because she has her own beautiful ways to be thankful! 🙂
Hustle and chase your dreams.
Their is no stopping till the finishing line!
Because in all the beginnings and all the ends
There is one thing you can always do.
It is to love like your hear doesn’t break 🙂
Happy new year guys!!
It never cease to amaze me how trivialized is the talent of survival! This piece of writing goes to all those people who think they a store room thing now! To all those who are broken down…evaded…humiliated by situations, time or their own fantasy penalized them. What might seem a battleground sometimes turn out to be a playground too…
But even if it becomes a fight… To win, the first thing u need to do is STAY. Because those who get back to their feet and stay… NEVER LOSE!
The secret whispers and hues in the dark
What retrieval cues yet slip to remark
Those thousand times you tried to light up the dark…
All concealed in the beauty of one single spark!
Someday they are going to understand…
you’ve seen your life going away a million times.
Someday they will come to realize
what you hide between the lines.
Heat of the cruel world burnt him so fiercely
that he felt he has become one of those old deteriorated things kept in the store room… beyond repair!
The fire soaked up his dreams.
Dry eyes… tired of trying to teach the same lesson of kindness
over and over again every single time with a vision that someday
people will understand… They are not the only ones having the ‘rough day’
Overwhelmed with madness and intervened with experiences
that leave scars as life gets scraped with tragedies,
He became a fusion of anger and disappointment,
The fusion that is harder to imagine and even harder to take.
The world tore him apart
like those pages you once keep in corner of a drawer
and tear them up questioning yourself if they were ever a necessary.
The dark side, exposed to the heat,
often came out… making him labelled as ‘Insane’
But for good and bad
Life is never the opinion of an eighth standard school boy.
It is like those questions of calculus where surprises wait for you at every step.
He met her one day.
The day melted into night differently that day!
She saw him tracing out his pain in ways a beautiful heart would never do.
Yet she danced with his demons!
She became the reader of feelings rather than words.
Somehow with time, it became a question to him how she could listen to the unsaid.
Rather than extending a bow of frown,
She managed o stretch a smile…
An innocent one indeed 🙂
At the end of the day,
He just had questions in those starry eyes
“Why after all this time…everything feels worth it?”
Wishing to roam around the world…
The chase always seemed alluring.
Committed to happenings,
I craved my days to melt down
Storms all over me write poetry when I fly
Life run at such pace, death shall be haunted to spy
Euphoria shriek out of my ashes when I die
For I may embrace the ground and unravel the sky
I never wished to settle
until my breath created the background music
And ear drums serve as the playground for heartbeats.
And she was the just the very opposite!
Complete in spirit in the same four walls
She never had such a desire.
Happiness flowered inside her and
She had this talent of survival.
I never understood how was she managed
to make a life between a society with
and when the same storm pierced the pages
I knew that one yellow leaf left long inside my book of life.
I knew the
Same beautiful soul,
I don’t know how she always accepted me.
She could ask ” Why did I come back?”
But instead she said “It’s home where you turn at last”
And that very moment…
I knew my God was right there in front of my eyes 🙂