Somewhere in hell… “Rise!the demon of desires and flame”; “that destroys the human nature of purity.” “Oh, thy mighty! Dost thou know, people are following, what you were killed for”; “No longer, the God of heaven, will blame us.” Lacked they kindness, long forbidden humanity! “Ah! They have zeal for hatred”. They are conspiring against each other, The one loved, is being hated to heart! Basket of desires, all have on their head! Hands:not begging, but snatchingdoes. We no longer need “that snake to envy the eve”, as Adam has lost senses and GOD has decided to keep quiet…
Life is amazing, isn’t it, It has its own beats and drums. Neither too straight, nor full of curves; It’s a combo of both, with unequal amount. The time when are at the top of sky, somehow we fall to the ground; And when, we are at the bottom of our verge it’s gives us a sudden kick. We spend long sleepless nights, just to wonder, what’s happening with us. And sometimes we ask the astrologists to just predict for us, But it doesn’t matter, we are never ready to welcome our life as it is. Predicting is just another way to manipulate the reality, in our own bases. Human existence along with others have been based on life, yet most of us, sometimes, just decide to quit. What a wastage of the creator, if any; his time and wine. Yet, no matter what one applies, this science of life is beyond common sense. Sometimes it’s about pain and joy; sometimes it’s about mirth and coy. Aren’t we in love with movies and drama of our favorite actors,
Can we imagine, if the life is same, then it’s a question; are we justifying with character we have got!
Memorising date and facts; mystery of history, Well in past. From might to could and right toshould. Textbooks to calendars; marked and noted. Chapters which sung, the rusted gold, paralysed bone. Here is, Knight ready, his sword greedy; Serve and save; vanished and tarnished images of king and queen. Dirge ballad, exalted force; Human agony of mind, not heart; flows. Slashing without rhyme, lacking rhythmic line. Graphic and plots, twisted with maline. Play judas and singing Facsimile. Death bell played, before time. Who knows, what’s one’s crime! States besieged and perished, Man to extinct, with fate sealed. Left nothing, but dilapidated, obscured. Few becomes the narrator; Glorious war, Valiantly fought. Many; Unsung fool, murdered; Yet justified. Who fought whom, an eye for what; be assured;
It wasn’t a choice I did make, it was a cause, I couldn’t chase. I was old, to handle, the requisite of increasing exigencies. I was alone, to conciliate, the unending malice. I was ready to adjust, but not were they. I tried to influence that broken correspondence, with dotage experience, but without consequences. Necessity took my heart, so my love; both gone, I am alone. Glancing their memories, in my mind, nothing is left except rewind. Repeat, reread and recreate! how were they, how are they.
What is dream? What is aim? What it is people long for? She started searching, since she was kid, She was different, she well thought. A long notes, a lots of lecturers, heard and watched, as they said. She thought, it was money, to grow rich! So she started, methods for such; She tried something without a plan, not knowing how and what to look for. Suddenly, it wasn’t her dream, it wasn’t required. Once again she found a new dream, She thought it was to find a lover, someone rich, love her more, a worthy man of her love. “I will devote my youth and old, happily together nothing to bother”; So she searched, a perfect man, in every man she could find; She met many, but noone worked out, as they were on a similar line! Handsomeness, loyalty, and fidelity, all wanted;
but not from self, from their partner; Teenage passed, in this wish;
once she grew, she will find her prince. In such way, time passes, People came and went, nothing changed. Noone found her worthy of their time; She asked people, all whom she knew, Few said beauty, few said money, few said self-esteem, all she lacked! So what’s now?
she changed profiles, changed her beauty creams she found; From organic to cosmetic all she tried; All failed, as by this time; People she met, few had broken past…
few wanted just time pass, but she wasn’t ready for her compromise;
Long has she saved her true first love, for someone, who loves as their own.
So, again everything failed apart. Now, she was broken, deep inside, all her childhood, teenage, and old; All just passed, all in void.
Now she was all herself again, neither she was rich, nor had the handsome prince. She has to be just another bride, just another groom! No white horse, no empire of her own; She has to compromise, now she can’t frown. All fantasies , all fancies, all fairy tales so far, vanished, made her own a clown. She lost herself, she failed herself as she thought; This pain as she said: “my heart bled like never before, as we see a woodcutter chopping hard and hard”.
She had noone, she thought for, No friends, she cared for. Though she is living, but not alive; There the question rises again…
“What is dream, what is aim, what is people long for…”
When all sudden, nothing seems right, When you have nothing; to hold it tight. When despair is all around you, but noone to hold your hands. When having everyone around you, doesn’t makes sense, and you still feel alone. When your fate is mocking at you, and God and has decided to watch quietly. Oh my dear heart! don’t cry; don’t cry, if there is darkness around you. When you fear what if nothing works out and maybe everything can fall apart. Everything but you will be left destroyed; Oh my dear heart!Don’t get hurt; When people whom you trusted, breaks your heart, don’t be timid; Do not compare with others, who looks amazing smiling on their present life. As, there is difference, between smiling and laughing! No heart, ever died of heartbreak, despair and failure; For life is the very source of being alive; And when hope of survival is there, passion of, not over yet, is there;How can life ends… So, oh my dear heart!don’t loose hope; Is it the first time, it ever happened? is it the second time, you have noone to complain! You know better; things have happened earlier, situations have been similar; Oh my dear heart! But you never quit; Remember the promise, you made to me; You will never be like others,the previous day; Today is just another day; another issue to make you proud of yourself, proud that you weren’t afraid. Oh my dear heart, let it go; I know you, since I was born, I got this body; so got you; We have been together in shit, joy and mirth; Didn’t you once told me, I am strong; if it was true then, so it is now; I have you, you have me; and so we are complete; Oh my dear heart, thou are my friend; So, wipe your tears, look into mirror; What beauty, what strength, does others have,better than you. Isn’t your favourite song” jodi tumar daak sune keu na aase, soi tumi ekla chlo re…”? Don’t you like reading linkon and Thatscher? If it’s so, then you have believe, believe in yourself, believe in me; Oh my dear heart! I promise to make you proud, Proud for choosing my body and me. Let me repeat your favourite lines… “Where there is a will, there is a way”… And oh my dear heart! I will
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