The Cruel World..


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In a world which cared for its own,

He cared for others, the selfish and the lone.

In a world which mauled the weak,

He brought strength and helped them speak.

But, was there any one to care for Him ?

Anyone to share his sorrows or his whim ?

Never! He was always alone,

Bearing all the pain on a bruising throne.

He always bore a smile on his lips,

He let the world make its move, always behind the eclipse.

With an ailing heart and trembling soul,

He was shattered within after falling in this ever burning bloody hole.

Can He ever be happy again ?

Will someone ease him off his pain ?

Nah! again as the world wanted Him to do, He abrogated everything and : 

In a world which cared for its own,

He cared for others, the selfish and the lone.

 

A Curse!


 

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Unspoken words and untraveled roads,

Fill my life,  with a grief worth loads.

Living through the day and weeping through the night,

I drank too much, Oh, not even that can save me from this plight.

I wish I can get back that happy part of me,

For, I’d hold it so tight and never let it free.

But,TIME, Oh you heartless devil,

I know for a fact that you shall never let me revel.

I know my sin, I know my curse,

I hurt her so bad, I was perverse.

But,TIME, Oh you heartless devil,

You never let me change that, you leave me at my peril.

I only wish I had the power,

To turn you back to that joyful hour.

Is there anything else that I should bribe you with ?

I bore enough, with a gut wrenching pain herewith.

Why can’t you give me one single chance ?

To cry  my heart out and feel a happy trance.

Writing this with a heavy heart and a teary eye,

I can do nothing else than heave a big sigh.

 

The tiny little bird!


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There was a bird, so very little,

In its nest away from a world so very brittle.

It had its mother, it had its father,

No trouble, no fear, nothing to bother.

It came of age, it learnt to fly,

It grew strong, it sailed through the sky.

It has to now leave its abode,

Said the wicked rules of the worldly code.

Why? why did it have to do this ?

It is its life after all, why is it pushed into this deep abyss ?

Stay strong it constantly recalled,

It tried to blend in , yet it was blocked and walled.

Evil laughters, pernicious minds,

Everything ever pure is now hidden behind the blinds.

Yet, it tried to stay calm,

Oh yes, all it could do was to stay aplomb.

It woke up each day with a void in its heart,

It couldn’t stay away from its loved ones, Oh! they were a world apart.

No one to talk to, no one to share,

It suffered each second, but does anyone care ?

It wanted to go back, it wanted to reminisce its past,

That’s impossible, the worldly code was overwhelmingly vast.

It only prayed for a good friend,

The loneliness was slowly getting to it, happiness is now getting tough for it to pretend.

A pain that stays…forever!


A pain that that kills,

A guilt that grills,

A feeling that pierces through,

An emotion that no one ever knew.

Was it a mistake or was it a sacrifice,

Was it a virtue or was it a vice ,

Without any clue here I am paying the price,

Writhing alone in this painful paradise.

I wish I could change all of this,

I wish I could restore the happiness, restore the bliss,

I wish I could seek light from this never ending abyss,

I wish I could just relive and reminisce.

 

My Dad, My Hero!


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He held my hand, he made me walk,

He taught me words and made me talk.

He was an angel, a hero in disguise

He showed me life, he made me wise.

 

He made he happy, he made me smile,

He never rated anything more and for that he walked that extra mile.

He never asked anything back from me,

He was unconditional, his love was always free.

 

He was hurting inside, he didn’t want me to leave,

He just bore a fake smile, he didn’t want me to grieve.

He couldn’t walk away, he couldn’t let me go,

He controlled himself, he never let anything show

 

He couldn’t stay like this, he couldn’t sleep at night,

He was waiting for my return, he kept praying to God to allow him my sight.

He wanted to talk to me, he hesitated to call,

He didn’t want to disturb, he continued to wrawl.

 

He never knew that I was coming back,

He was still waiting for me, unaware of my track.

He then saw me at his door, he suddenly froze,

He had tears in his eyes, all his lost spirits now arose.

 

He came running, he hugged me tight,

His wailing heart was now happy, he never again wanted to let me go not even slight .

He never knew my love for him, he never asked me for it,

He still always loved me and that’s how it seemed him fit.

He is my dad!

PS: If you are reading this please take a moment of your life to reflect upon everything that your parents have sacrificed for your happiness. No love is more purer that the love shown by your parents towards you and to acknowledge that is the least that we can do.

A lost addiction..


Its been ages that I have sat down to write ,

The dearest hobby that I had which made my every scary night very bright.

Each and every day I try to set the things right ,

But never found any solace ,not even slight.

What should I do to get my courage back,

Did I still have it in me to write and get back on track ?

Each and every second now started making a violent whack ,

Oh god, please spare me some light for the night is awfully black.

“Just stay calm!” ordered my aching heart,

That’s right I thought, thinking too much would only tear me apart,

All I needed was to get a proper start,

For, my rage never dies neither does my art.

My heart has now agreed to sign a pact,

That only if I write , it shall hold me intact,

Now my fears slowly started loosing their impact,

Oh god  just let me write, I have already lost in love and you have nothing left  in me to detract.

Selling the self..!


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Lying on my bed every night ,

I think of everything I’ve done- wrong and right.

Each distinct memory revving by,

Some making me giggle and some making me cry.

“What makes you happy ?” asked my heart,

The answer was merely an overwhelming void that tore me apart.

“Is there anything that I love” , asked my soul,

Its another big void- sucking everything up like a giant black hole.

I then thought,”Can I spread happiness or at least make someone smile?”

Yeah, many people raised their hands, a petty little solace at the end of an aisle.

But then, “What makes ME happy ?” is what I really want to know,

A puzzle still unanswered- a never ending woe.

Who am I ? and what do I want ?

Each answer starts asking something new, the night begins to haunt.

Something immediately seemed to ease my pain,

It brought some hope, it soothed the sprain.

The thought- “May be this is what a man is destined to do,

To spread happiness and joy, to let the light spread through, 

To just show the way and then step aside,

To let the people walk, run and let them ride the tide.

And then rejoice their success,

You will find the pain vanish, you’ll find it regress.

Its not always the ‘‘ in your LIFE,

Spreading the Love, being a Friend and bearing some Empathy shall also lets you thrive”.

This was what love meant after all: sacrifice and selflessness. It did not mean hearts and flowers and a happy ending, but the knowledge that another’s well-being is more important than one’s own- Anonymous