When you grow old, you suddenly become wise.
What seemed important, all now naive.
You want to do many things, all at the same time,
Though patient, you are not patience,
Frequently you have, nightmares and and you have noone on your side.
For all of now you want to hold this time, now, right now and for now.
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!
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I, wish to escape; this reality so harsh. Run into a world of peace and solace. Harmony, love blows with the wind. Not a shiver of fake and sin.
Fading miseries, this survival instinct.
Just for once; if I could.
Sit on the sideway bridge, that stands in the middle of town. Clear sky and a garden nearby. Swans and swarms; goats and geese. All around; what a world to choose!
There, my Prince; neatly robed. just as water: clean and pure. My heart races; with smile of his: fast, “millionth of time”. .
A house: that can be Home. Families, friends; all close. Sharing success, losses all. none alone, but all along.
A night, never seen: glittering so beautiful . A calm, breeze caressing my face. Long, comforting lullaby; far from the woods.
Ah! Such lively this life looks: safe, secure and full of hope. Such catching, to my heart, even in dream, I dare not elope.
Wait, what! Why this bustling sound I hear! It shall not be real, I begin to fear.
Oh! My heart! My mind! Begin to tremble . It’s day of eleven, seventh of week.
Something, I may, never escape.
Sometimes, what; I wish to escape.
Poverty makes you numb,
Hand without hands.
A living zombie without death,
A contagious disease without any sign of recovery.
Nobody dies of heartbreak, but does lacking:
Hope : things can go well.
Trust: there may be a future.
Help: to survive another day.
Cactus has thorns, as it’s difficult to survive desert,
It’s heat and temperature may kill him unnoticed.
Situation defines, decides,describes destination,
No option to refuse or deny,
coronation of Crown,
Waiting pain, unlimited maime,
Everything meaningless, poverty makes you cry.
Sitting, by the window;
I can see:
Things and places, moving backwards.
There is calmness: of chaos and worry.
Fighting a duet, to win and end,for once, for all.
Few lights are off, few shining more,
In this sound night, what a mystery they behold.
Turned off lights; how nice, peace, and a good night sleep.
Turned on lights; how lively, vibrant and willingness; work more hard.
There are trees who have tale to tell,
Millions of journey who lived and passed by.
Ahead is a temple, closed but decorated,
Might be the God tired, reviving,
After hearing a tonnes of prayer, listed,unlisted.
Night,
A beauty in darkness, many of us holds.
Looking from the window, I whisper my favourite song,
Such is beautiful, this passing night.
I lived and loved,
Nature being natural,
A wide clean sky, with no clouds roaring.
A clear view, my eyes can catch,
Night
A reflection of “what”, “how” and “when”
“Why”,”where” and “who will”;
Questionnaires and answers yet to find, a short, but long,
Dare I not loose this opportunity, shall I not hold it tightly, a night so precious. not may happening at ahead, Who Knows Time
Life is like,
a cup of coffee, you can choose,
Whether it’s bitter or sweet.
If by impression,you put more it tastes bitter,
If sweet, you can add sugar.
Cup is yours, taste shall be yours.
Place it where you love the most.
Not to one whom thee love.
What if the cup breaks,
It will spill, not your work but self.
So much effort to make it worth.
So dear one,
Enjoy the coffee, with reflection of self,
Sip it slowly, with self conscience,
It’s not just coffee, but you yourself.
We should not change our preference to impress others. otherwise it only hurts us, just like coffee; if we like sweet coffee but just to impress someone we start having strong one, it only bitter our taste.
How we put our life matters a lot, just like holding that cup of coffee, what if after making it so cautiously we handover to someone else, and whether purposefully or by mistake, it drops, every hardwork in it goes in waste, not only the coffee( cause- love)spills but also the cup ( ourselves).
I would have been
Right,
If acted as per norms,
Framed in mind,
of people; Those.
A daughter “Obedient”,
If not complained, accepted what it was.
Tagged: ‘moral‘ and ‘ ideal‘; if not raised, the question, “WHY? “
” Loyal”,
If just been a ‘friend follower’.
A “perfect wife”,
If I have been ‘quiet and Yes-woman’.
Since,
I am ‘noone’,
I am a ‘rebel‘, Suited for ‘nothing’; but to “bad-luck”and “burdensome”.
Things would have been different,
Everything could have been different,
If just,
I could have been…
“Love is from both sides”
What a pain, deep in brain. not in heart, as it’s not mine.
Once you end, your talking of her, There begins my mind to work. Sketching of her by your word by word.
Is she pretty or she is witty;What a beauty whom you admire.
What her attire, by looking, set you on fire.
What an idol of feminine, she has got, That made you dumb, and fall in love.
Would her eyes be Like a light, standing glittery in the gloomy night.
Whats her lip looking like, the one made your eyes, away from mine.
Oh! What a heart thee( the girl) might have, that Broke mine, to have thy.
I want to meet but not to see her. Its too heavy for unpleasant pleasure.
However thee( the girl) look, whatever thee cook. The truth is this, you are his, and he is yours, Even though ex, he still hung on you.
Yeah sure, I want to say bye and goodbye to thy love; for I can’t handle this love triangle.
SOMETIMES
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