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.


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..