Too young to be gone, too average to be mourn? Stuck in a cluster, battling it all alone. Was his talent to little, or was it not being from a family too known. Words fall short to vent out this grief, Was the pain and suffering to vast to be briefed! Tell me if this is the first time one was suffering a mental fight, It is just that he got the right limelight. As he is gone now , a trail of goodbye messages follow This shows nothing but…
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SISTER
I WAS JOVIAL, SHE WAS THERE I WAS LAUGHING, SHE WAS THERE I WAS INKLING, SHE WAS THERE I WAS SPINING, SHE WAS THERE I WAS SAD, SHE WAS THERE I WAS ANGRY, SHE WAS THERE I WAS WAILING AND SHE WAS THERE BEING THE REASON OF ALL Image Source
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Behind meanness, there is weakness. Behind Betrayal, there is underlying scars, Behind imagination, there is creativity. Behind stress, there is fear. Behind perspective, there is observation. Behind respect, there is admiration. Behind death, there is a life. Image Source
Read MoreHIS SIDE OF THE STORY
He was laughter, He was love, He was a friend. A protective Brother, An ideal father and a Caring husband. Warmth, Affection and sacrifice was all He was made of But, Whatever He did was never paid off. Everyday was a battle for him as well, But Oh, Poor masculinity, He was too afraid to tell. On days he wanted to speak up about whatever he has been, but was scared enough, to sound too feminine. In this world, which seems to work perfectly fine, Did we ever gave a…
Read MoreGOOD FORTUNE PREVAILS AFTER HARD TIMES
I stand in the midst of the land, With gratitude in my soul And peace in my environment Waiting for the wheel of fortune to turn, And the time flies, Good fortune reins, I can see a knight coming from afar, There can be seen a human figure, Oh lord! He’s the prince, The knight came and stopped before me. He put his hand forward towards me, Trust me he was alluring, I sat behind him on the knight, Went to castle with him. And now I am the princess.…
Read MoreDEAR MAA
The sacrifices you make, The efforts you take. The yum food you plate, The sparkling smile you slack. The bitter scolding you throw, The sweet taunts you grow. The everlasting lessons you teach, The suggestions you preach. The patience you hold, The courage you fold. The path you carve, Is the only thing I crave. Thankyou for being you!
Read MoreKnow – how!
Days I was rough, To the days I was tough. Days I was rude, To the days I was screwed. Days I was easy, To the days I was busy. I have them all in a bucket of percipience. Image Source
Read MoreBREATH, BREATH AND REPEAT
Let the cold breeze touch your warm face, Fill you up with graze, Contour you your fate, Hold you up for days, Give you a letter of praise, Handle your craze, Let the cold breeze touch your warm face. Image Source
Read MorePARADOX
In the memories of the days when house was game and game was life… When day was fun and night was dream, When tension was temporary and cheerfulness was permanent, When gospel was friend and delude was enemy, When expectations were low and aspirations were high, When we were kids and wanted to be adults. Image Source
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