WHOSE FAULT
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…”
Whose fault?…
DEAR HEART
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
“Always be with you”…
A Sunday morning
Vast is this ocean, large to hold, much beyond this horizon;
Me, for, not a regular routine;today is holiday, as it’s sunday!
It’s too early, even serenity is at peace.
The sun wearing it’s reddish gown, saying the show must go on…
Clouds, with a cherish smile, in mood to play; longing to hide the shine of sun’s proud.
So beautiful is morning, I guess!
But wait, what! Something running in my mind, Ah! It’s same, long I have been hearing!
A long lists of wishes unfulfilled and complains undeclared.
It’s same, I heard last night, before sleeping”why it happened/it could have been changed/…”
Now it has become a habit of mine.
But wait, why am I trying to figure it out all of sudden?
Is it, these ocean waves, that cant see and enjoy the morning calmness, while being quiet!
Or the chirping birds, who have realised that they should do some ‘wingish exercise’ to remain active for whole day flight!
Whatsoever, my mind is questioning me, not ready to give up now;
So, what I am gonna do next, tomorrow is Monday and I have to return; to work, the tiresome, boring, yet need for survival.
Long I have survived just, dragging my body at home, at work, and where not!
It’s now half an hour, since I came, now people have started to come and play.
“Ah! How happy and beautiful they are, so nice to be like them!”
“Oh!, How beautiful a couple with hands together, in their old-age, still together!,
How my love life was in vain, how broken was I then!”
These views are terrifying while calming;
What is nature trying to tell me, it’s a secret, on a Mission to decipher;
I walk a bit, shredding my shoulder.
The sand of beach, touches my Achilles heel, kindling Joy like, what I feel.
Far away, the coconut vendor, so busy to sell, all he has!
And there kids, far away in another world, making there Empire out of sand!
So trivial, I smiled; how innocent I look at them back.
It’s been hour, I looked at my watch, it’s time to go back,
A sigh of missing this painter’s imagination; I feel empty though satisfied;
Even though I am alone, I can come, on this beach, or maybe somewhere else,
Now I wonder, what at other places;
I want to explore, with a great surge.
I am returning back to room, with a pledge to find me and my nature;
May be different may be one…
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