Can we have some time, please? 

We live in a world where smiles run parallel to happiness. And didn’t we learn at school that parallel lines cant intersect each other? We did. And that’s the reality of life these days. We smile everyday. But do we really care how happy we are? Hardly, a few of us. The question is why? Are we in a false assurance of the next lives that we assume to have been waiting for us? No. It’s all in the abyss. We just have one life. And half of it we have lived, already. Or maybe just survived through. Drowning in the bewildering hustle of the heavy duty goals that we’ve set for ourselves, we somewhere forget to live. Have you ever thought of taking a sound leave from work just to invest your time doing nothing? No. Because we think that doing nothing is a waste of time. But my friend, time spent doing nothing is not the time wasted; provided that you like it. 

 

 

 

 

 

Time’s winged chariot is hurrying near

Give your burdened and poor self some space. Breathe in fresh air. Air of positivity, love, hope, and all good. Recall what you have done so far and how far have you come. Listen to what your soul is saying. Take care of it. Pamper it. Because ripped sounds better with jeans than soul. Think good. Feel good. Medidate. Pray. Love. Don’t wish to have a long life, wish to have a big life. We are humans. We all have done something which we think we shouldn’t have. But that’s done and dusted. Keep memories rather than keeping regrets. Life is short. Make it worth the living.

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Agony

Born alive 

I question why? 

Frail, feeble, mellow and meek 

All this long, I gave my all 

For rants along the hide and seek. 

Hello double-faced 

I am different 

I wear the scariest apparel 

It makes me look and feel so good

I feel protected

I feel confident

I feel calm

It is to me like body is  to soul

I may not be able to survive without it

Yes, I’m different 

I wear the scariest apparel 

I wear Masquerade. 

Say the Unsaid 

Feel the breeze

Hold my hand

Let’s fly away 

To the second space;

Where you be an artist

And I’ll be your muse

See the flushing river

Creating heavenly hues

I’ll run in the meadows

With you by my side

Your chest into which 

I’ll bury and will hide

Falling from the sky

In your arms I’d roll

Unfold me to bare

And make it to my soul. 

Anguish 

Im drowning

Deep into the sea; of my sins ;

Pulling me swiftly yet gently towards its bed

The sins so close to my heart

The heart so close to my end

And I’m drowned. 

Completely. 

I’m dead. 

Of Shrinking Life

We all are scared of death. Aren’t we? But something strange happens when you get to see or hear of your near and dear ones passing away. It gives you a weird strength to face death. For sometime you feel as if death encounters you in anytime soon you’ll be tough and face it with no fear. We realise that the life hereafter is what actually matters. One has to go. Eternity exists in books but in reality we all are destined to leave. Sooner or later. The closer the dead was, the stronger you become. May be because we assume that if we die now we will not be alone in the other world. We have our people there already, probably waiting for us to come…

Finding faith.. 

Lost amidst the bursting crowd, 

Left behind the quest for shine;

Post the uphill battle I found, 

Nothingness racing down my spine.