Back then; decision I made,
dire were circumstances;
Blurred were Indications.
Has been not this sociological concepts came into practice;
You might not have been gone.
The horrendous battle between, the two beloved.
Worse were to choose, worst to let one go.
Who was ashamed, whom one insulted,
A question, just; both disappointed.
Now, that i see you, happy and peaceful;
Maybe,
Worthy thou decided, worthy thee decision.
Of all those chaos,
I quest:
Who at win, who at loss.
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 snatching does.
We no longer need “that snake to envy the eve”, as Adam has lost senses and GOD has decided to keep quiet…
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.
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
Darky, dusty, gloomy chimneys;
Outside painted, inside bleached.
Human agony; tainted brain.
Space congested, polluted drain.
Suffocate, succumb, yet survive.
Need becomes;
Bosses command.
Bonded are few, others can’t refuse;
Starved stomach, as demands.
Forget miseries; “what about life? “
Here one live, not alive.
Here one subsist, not exist.
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?…
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”…
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