Sail and fly

Let not the world cut your wings,

Cause you are a bird, born to fly high.

Let not the world tamper your sails,

Cause you are the sailor, meant to tread the ocean .

No matter if you bruise your wings,

You will learn to fly.

No matter if hit the rocks ,

You will learn to try.

Once you succeed, all haters will be gone.

Once you prosper, nobody will whisper.

But remember this and soak it well,

Don’t let your winged days go in vain. Once gone no gold can buy them back! 

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People are Innocent 

People are innocent.Not all wicked and evil.

Look at their face to find out.

All equally uninformed.

No matter how tough on the outside,

Everyone is naive inside.

Faking to be strong and hard,

So that they don’t lose guard.

Covering their innocence from the world,

Suffering but not saying a word.

The next time you see a person,

Observe him keenly.

Traits of innocence scattered all over. 

And then you will realise what I was talking about,

And even you will join my shout .

Be yourself! Be innocent!

What if..

What if that would have never happened?

That one life-turning incident.

What if I never made that decision?

The one I regret the most.
What if I had followed the dream?

The one that was actually mine.

What if I would have worked harder?

At the right time of my life.
What if I would have asked her out?

Maybe she liked me too.

What if I would have stopped her?

From going away forever.
What if I would have tried that too?

As a hobby if not profession.

What if I would have learned something new?

Just for myself if not a job.
What if I would have chosen the other path?

Life would have been so different.

Mysterious and interesting.

Adventurous if not better.

DIVORCE 

She was mad at him.

But he was stubborn.

They loved each other.

But not more than their egos.

They fought day and night.

But they also loved day and night.

Why they did it they didn’t know.

Why don’t they just let it go?

One day it all lost bounds.

She threatened and so did he.

Shouts and swears were hurled.

And also were things.

The heat of the exchange reached the zenith.

And something wrong happened.

‘DIVORCE’, she shouted.

‘DIVORCE’, he shouted louder.

And they both walked in cross directions.

There before young eyes was innocence slaughtered.

Childhood crushed in the war of words.

The child wondered what was his mistake.

Did he trouble mum too much or nagged dad a lot?

Did he asked for too many chocolates or did he not sleep early?

But more than this he thought of one thing,

If he could get his mama’s soft hand and dada’s strong arm together…

True love

It calls you. The dusty guitar in your closet. The novel you stopped writing. Your pencils and brushes. They call you. With open arms. You too want to go. Embrace them to content. Relive those days of satisfaction and joy. Strike those cords all along. Fill pages with beautiful words. Paint those canvases with your imagination. But hardly do you know nor do they, you are wooing someone else’s love..

Those books which never called you. The sums which never excited you. The working of machines, which you didn’t know exist. Learning by mind but not by heart. Writing by rote but not by art. All this just for a heavy wallet. So that when you die, you die with your pockets full but heart empty. Cursing yourself all your life, that you married someone else’s bride. And cheated on your true love..

Pain

You want to quit. You want to leave this big bad world. You are tired of crying in your bed and locking yourself in your room. You want to end it all. You have decided to do it. Nothing can change your mind.You go to the washroom and lock the door. Take out a blade. It just takes a stroke or two to exit all the sufferings. You will feel pain but won’t actually feel it. Cause you are bearing the small pain to escape all the greater pains of life. You look in the mirror for one last time. You can’t make eye contact with your image. You don’t want. You look down and pick up the killing machine. ‘Just a stroke to eternal freedom’, you think to yourself. Slash. 

Blood gushes out. You feel no pain.

At this critical moment, you look into your eyes in the mirror. The sudden realisation hits you like a bolt. You have shattered your life. You have broken it into such small fragments that it can never be put back. You have killed yourself and you know it. Was the world really this bad? Wasn’t I the reason of how my world was? You know the answers. You repent. But you can do nothing but watch yourself die. Now comes the pain. It is massive and unbearable. There’s nothing more painful than watching yourself kill yourself. And this is the most painful death.