People are beautiful..!


The amount of goodness in the world never ceases to amaze me. I’ve been binge watching a string of documentaries on Netflix. Documentaries on people’s passion for food, on how a little boy harnessed the electricity out of wind in the ruins of Africa, on how stoic heroism of few people has helped the human civilization evolve and many many more genres. One striking learning that I’ve received from all of this is that PEOPLE ARE BEAUTIFUL!

Everyone has a story to tell, everyone had a story which made them what they are today and everyone wants to create their own story for tomorrow. Now, we are in a society in which everyone is a judge of every other person around them. That is alright! It’s just a perspective. But, what’s not right is to judge a person without knowing what they have been through and what they actually are made of. Why can’t people take a pause, make a conversation and then judge the person based on facts and figures. I very well believe that this makes our environment much more pleasant that what it is.

People generally blast off sporting personalities for not living up to their expectations. Come on! you are mere audience and they are where they are because of a lot of hard work that they’ve put in. I’m no hero. I was un-apologetically trolling few athletes whenever they didn’t perform for a long time. But, I’ve changed. Changed after I got to know more about them and what kind of hardship, meticulous grit and courage they had to  put in to reach where they are. They play, they win and the fail. Yes, they are supposed to do so, not just because they are sportsmen/women but more importantly they are human too!

If an adult is out of job, if a woman is not married, if an adult male doesn’t know how to drive, why the fuck is it a point of gossip for people! If you can help them then please do. If you cannot then move along, You don’t get even an iota of a right to judge them and label them to be unfit for this society. I bet, the moment anyone does that they themselves become unfit, not only for the society but to be a human too! If you being a human can’t understand the pain and story of your fellow human, you can just move to mars and wait for the imaginary perfect martians to give you company.

We need to start appreciating the beauty around us. As long as a person doesn’t willingly hurt anyone, we should always consider the fact that this person is righteous, this person has a story and this person could be my friend. Let’s make this world a better place!

 

The Coward..


I’ve given myself a new name today. Mr. Coward. A name which was always written on my forehead. A name which described the most private and the most obscure part of myself. For all the lies I’ve told and for all the promises that I’ve broken, if there is one word that describes me the most. I’d say Mr. Coward is the best of the best.

What do you do when you have something precious in your hands; ‘something’ so very precious that normally takes years of struggle and sacrifice to have ? You treasure it! You try to save it with all the might that you have. You nurture it like its your very own part of your body and soul. I had ‘something’ like that. ‘Something’ that I confided in. ‘Something’ which I gave all my heart to in my submission. Now, a normal person would try his best to hang on to this ‘something’. Forever. He would try in all his capacity to not let anyone or anything hurt that ‘something’ even in his dream. That’s not me. That’s only for a normal person. But, for a man who has lived his life in obscurity, for a man who always kept an infinite spectrum of his emotions to himself, this is not the same. When a heart becomes a locker for too many hidden things which were never brought out, it slowly looses it capacity to withhold anything new in it. You feel weak. You feel petrified even to entertain something to enter that heart. Yet, I gave the ‘something’ a chance. This ‘something’ was something that I had always yearned for. A hand to hold on to. A dream worth living for. And I must say, as much as a stone hearted ass I was, the ‘something’ dug its way into this stone. It spread to every corner of the stone. It literally kicked out all the memories of pain into their own perdition. Ecstasy ruled over me. I was happy. The old memories of pain though they left my heart, I knew, somewhere they were waiting to make their way in. Now, they are strong aren’t they. Not days or months, they were etched onto me for nearly 20 years of my life. They were strong enough to paralyze my heart temporarily to let themselves in. And thus began the memories’ quest for revenge. They took a new form of emotion. Namely the ‘Cowardice’. The new form, a baby, made its little steps into my heart. It stayed there feeding on the tons of happiness my little ‘something’ brought on to me. This cowardice being a parasite that it is, took away my ‘something’ before I could even realize it fully. It sucked the life out of me and my ‘something’. It grew fast. Like a fat, big and dangerous monster. It said , ‘ Hey you! you don’t deserve all this! you’ll loose it all someday’. Nah, this was just a panic attack. At least this was what I had thought it to be. I was wrong. This cowardice, the child of the freckled memories of my past took over my heart. It was ruling me so harshly, that it threatened me each and everyday of my life since it grew of age. It constantly rang ‘ you don’t deserve this, you suck!’. It made me lie. It made me break all my promises. It said run away from all this. It said, you fear the commitment. It said you’ll hurt everyone you love. Oh, it was all very overwhelming. So overwhelming, that I lost myself while all this was happening. I grew weak in my spine. I grew weak in my knees. I grew weak in my will to hang on to my ‘something’. I grew weak to be me. I left it out. I succumbed to my cowardice. I told myself that I am not fit for anything. I told myself that I cannot commit anything to anyone. So I ran. I ran away so far that no one can find me. I ran so hard that my pain in my legs overshadowed the pain in my heart. My cowardice made me run away from my promises. My cowardice changed my life into a living hell. Let me tell you something, even while I’m typing this, my cowardice is still dictating what all should I write, for there is so much that I’ve hidden from the people that I love that, revealing all of it now will hurt them more (Says my cowardice, not me! aye aye master).

Now I’m a no one. A man without anything to hold on to. A man with no purpose. A man depressed, repressed and sullen! A man who cannot promise anymore. A man who can never involve himself in any commitment. A man who is afraid even to make a new friend. A man who has his own world of emotions that will never see light. A man who has succumbed to vices. A man called, ‘The Coward’.

If the poorest man in the world is someone who doesn’t have anyone to whom he can bare his soul to, then I am that poorest man of the world. And bottoms up..!

Set me free..


Why have I become like this ?

Sullen, depressed and devoid of any bliss!

All I do is drink and cry,

Always wondering if these eyes ever dry.

Oh, what did I even do ?

To get repeatedly mauled black and blue.

Ah, my mind is numb, I can’t even write,

My heavy heart is aching under this twisting writhe.

Fighting alone in this lonely battle,

I am bruised very bad, my ears just prattle.

Oh, don’t do this to me ?

O’ life listen to me, set me free.

Please, I am done with fighting with you,

What can I do to start afresh and new ?

With each day becoming very very dark,

I just don’t know what to do, there is no way I can disembark.

Come and get me,

O’life please just set me free.

 

I just fade away..


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I simply fade away,

Everyday, I just rot and decay.

With a battered body and a charred soul,

My heart gets sucked into this giant black hole.

Sometimes I feel the pain engulf me,

It just seems so overwhelming, there’s no one to hear my plea.

I suddenly gasp for air while I struggle to breathe,

I don’t know if anything can save me, not even a sip from river Lethe.

I try to fight myself out of it,

But every time I reach over, I again get dragged into the same pit.

There is neither any medicine nor any cure,

I just need to live like this, I’ll just have to inure.

I don’t know if I can ever have some glee,

I don’t know if ‘I’ can ever become a we.

I don’t know if I can ever live again,

Soon I will not know anything except this beastly pain.

The Bitch


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Meet this friend of mine – I named her ‘the Bitch’. She has a special space in my room and life. I’ve planted her at a place where she is the first thing that I see as soon as I wake up and of course the last non fictional visual that I see every night. She just stands there merrily laughing all the time. Now, this laugh is not something that cheers you up whenever you are down. This laugh is not even something that pushes you to strive hard and fill happiness in your life. This laugh is something that the Bitch renders to mock the shit out of you. Just give it one more glance and you can clearly understand what I mean.

Now, for a person whose life is filled full of tragedies, its not uncommon to stay depressed, isolated and drunk all the time. That shit is fine. I can take it (err..I must say accustomed to it). But mockery ?? Why? Hasn’t life thrown me enough punches already ? Hasn’t fate already kicked me in the balls multiple times now ? You might think, “why the fuck do you keep it around”. Simple, because I have to and its just to remind me how fucked up my life is (I don’t know why I just let out a chuckle while writing this line). And why do I need to remind myself of this? Because I need to put on the same fucking mask of happiness  every time I face someone. A mask that lets me go unnoticed, lets me earn a salary and of course lets me be perceived as normal.

Before the Bitch came into my life, I was sad. And after it did, I still am sad. But, the dark difference the Bitch made was that I began to laugh at my sadness. I know this ain’t normal. But, I stopped being one a long time ago. As of now, my hate-love for it is unparalleled what so ever. And if ever I turn my life around, the very first thing that I’d do is to mock the Bitch back in its face and tear it neck down with my own hands.

The Poltroon!


 

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I wake up everyday for a new beginning,

Yet I end up sleeping afore the same dead end.

I wish I could regain my lost happiness,

Yet all I can do is to only pretend.

 

With all the unattended sorrows in my heart,

With my soul plowed wide open by a gut wrenching pain,

Each and every moment seems a fey challenge,

Yet, all I can do is to only weep within, I can’t even complain!

 

I writhe in this agony, I want to scream,

So I let out my hand to someone.

Nah! I now realize I am alone in this sordid battle,

All I can do is to just build my rage and run!

 

I search for an excuse to let out my tears,

I juts remembered my eyes have dried out, Oh its been years!

Overwhelmed, I realized I have even forgotten to breathe,

I loose myself completely, both my body and its beneath.

 

Oh please lift me out of this mess,

I need to live my life again.

I want to smile and feel happy for once,

Nah! Once again all my pleas go in vain.

 

And again, I wake up everyday for a new beginning,

Yet I end up sleeping afore the same dead end.

I wish I could regain my lost happiness,

Yet all I can do is to only pretend.

 

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The Man in the Sea..


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He was a helpless man drifting in the seas,

Thriving on ‘hope’ , to see the land and its trees.

Without any food nor any sleep,

All he could do was to sit down and weep.

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