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…
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!
“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.
This fear of loneliness, breaks mirage of togetherness;
This substitute of courage, reduces strength of happiness.
Hyped complacent theory of adventure, creates fear of Vagrancy;
This worry of ageing, dampens glory of Constancy.
Fighting with pace to find peace, while;
Living in solace, has been a mess;
Cowing to clutches of past disgrace,
Reserving some seats; fortune erroneous .
This silent evening, in hubbub of pleasantness.
This hangover of misspelt cast, weakens, urn of spiritedness.
This dawn of today will bring morrow, with unspoken hope; lit in heart; wounded hollow. Hands shaking, energy diminishing; questions worthiness, this Ambition holds.
This symbolism of life births, at island of continuance. This spike of revolution, changes; subsides, All previous disturbances.
Memorising date and facts; mystery of history,
Well in past.
From might to could and right to should.
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;
Impression will last.
I am lost, in the wooden forest of past,
Euphoria of work, seems dusted and rusted.
Excitement has been replaced by the hegemony of Failure vast.
And the enchantment of sucess, looks blurry in fast.
Stuck in quagmire of admire I was attached with,
Now it’s Choir of satire I am attacked with.
I know I have to begin, somewhere;
But this being of mire is everywhere.
Finding a way out of it is dreary and gloomy, and strength of mine is teary and weary.
What’s gone is bygone, rightly said.
How long a chef is going to cry for her fallen dessert, that she cooked with utmost care.
How long a Potter is going to stare at his broken ware, that he designed with so much dare.
What happened, just happens.
What broke, just breaks.
No one can capture that flying time, just because he has some grudges with the timely rhyme.
No one can erase, that memory of bad, howsoever sad.
How long a person, who was so deeply in love with her partner, going to destroy himself, by drinking to death, or smoking to rest.
How long a person is going to revenge, for the sake of betrayal, with himself at waste.
It’s not a question, but a thing to wonder,
Life is once, we all know;With time, we all grow.
Running, chasing, find and trace;
To save things; place, people and race.
Day we retire, with torn attire;
smelling with unwashed tears and tire. Will we be on jest, with little breath, at the end of, the so called Death?
Me and you have been there, worth citing: being forever, there on the banks
The beautiful circles by throwing pebbles, we watched together, there on the banks.
The ringing bell and the evening chants, we heard together, there on the banks. That sunset who has hiding beside the drizzling cloud, and that running fast at the fear of getting cold, there on the banks.
Bunking classes to roam on streets, buying dupattas matching bangles with coloured green, there on the banks. Praying Shiva, while quietly holding our hands, there on the banks. Listening folklores and having hot tea, in shivering cold; there on the banks.
Passing time, there on the banks. Saying goodbye, crying alone, there on the banks. And then continuing visiting again and again, just to feel your warmth, there on the banks.
I am old, you are gone, still things are same, there on the banks… If rebirth, I will be waiting, come with me, there on the banks…
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