I stand against the winds, The winds of mayhem, And unending cacophony, As i slither through the war, Running away from my enemy,
How long will it be, Before I am hit, With betrayal and guns? Will I get another chance? To see tomorrows sun?
Utopian it is to even think, That my story will have a happy ending, As a place where truth is on pyre, It won't take long for me to perish, For I am just a mere human, Near it's ending,
Now Black sea calls me home, As I stare back at my brick house, Ridden with bombs and bullets, I see my own land becoming hell,
They say wars are over, Then what is it that I face? Is it not war? Or is our blood not red enough, To be called victims of the evil spread?
I know that this shall fall deaf, As on your beautiful picture of modern world, I am just a blot, Which is better off dead,
It is just about time, When the evil shall outrun me, And my body shall fall cold, After which, no one will remember me, Or the harsh truth that I told, I know you'll whitewash it, You'll twist my tale as you hold,
But like the phoenix, one day, The pyres of us all innocent victims, Will resurrect and unearth, Humanity from the dead.
I am abandoned building with few birds visiting me after sunset. Sometimes kids enter through the front door to search for a lost cricket ball and other times there is just eeire silence that surrounds me. Many a times I feel disappointed, that how much the kids find me scary. But when I look at myself, I realise that I am not the same one I used to be.
Gone are the chandeliers and the smooth silky curtains that once decorated me. Doors don't open anymore and neither do the keys fit right in, if I look around there are only ruins. The same ruins which once were carried the best of memories. From the first child to the funerals, I've seen everything. Everything changed, the neighbours the society the people, everything. But, don't worry I am not here to regret or fret or cry over anything. I just wanted to tell you that I see you, when you after all these years come back for memories. I understand that it wasn't just me who lost when you all left from here, I know that in all those rooms there is still part of you. Yes, you. I am aware that you're not the same anymore, you've grown into many things. And that is exactly why I want to talk to you.
When you left, you were burdened with expectations. And I know that you're still carrying them, and it is probably one of the reason why you didn't come back all these years. I know left for good and you gave your best in the world, and for me it doesn't matter what it make you or what you achieved or what you didn't. People ask these, I don't. For I've seen too much of the human kind to not understand how it affects. And that's why I want you to know that, I don't care what you've become; for I know you since the day you were born, I know who you are. Coming back to what you left was never going to be easy. And neither would I lure you to stay longer, as I know you still have a life out there. Years have passed and decades have gone since the last time we met, and I can see it in your eyes that how like me, you too felt the pain. And between non stop laughter and unending tears, we both grew up. For the world we both are changed, but I know like me you too see me the same.
I am aware that I only have a few years left. But before going i want you to come back here for once. I know you don't want to and you refrain, but trust me child, there are more memories here for you than there is pain. For no matter how many years have passed or how much you've changed, i still love you like I did the day you left.
If you ever need me, just come back to me; and you'll be home again.
//The bed's getting cold and you're not here The future that we hold is so unclear But I'm not alive until you call And I'll bet the odds against it all Save your advice 'cause I won't hear You might be right but I don't care There's a million reasons why I should give you up But the heart wants what it wants The heart wants what it wants The heart wants what it wants The heart wants what it wants//
I've been questioning my atheism lately. Maybe, mid-twenties can do that to you. Trying to find a purpose, a greater meaning, has always been the core of human evolution. All those memories and instincts buried deep inside our DNA, resurfaces sometimes. It's strange, even after all the logical reasoning and possibilities, how we find comfort in some prehistoric bunch of lies. We always had a thing for stories, right?
Our universe is 13.7 billion years old, from the big bang to this exact moment. One way to see it is the fact that the universe took 13.7 billion years to mold you into this existence. Or another way is, you're here now and you won't be here after a few more years.
You wake up You eat You go to work You talk to some strangers about your life Then you work again You go back home You eat You sleep
Maybe you'll fall in love, maybe fall out of love. get married to some stranger and die.
I feel like we are ghosts chained to these mundane laws, and that is why people try so hard to find a damn meaning to this sadistic life.
More people you talk to, the lonelier it gets. It gets harder to keep up with their stories. All of the favorite colors, songs, things that make them happy, or sad even the deep dark secrets they chose to tell you at two in the morning. About six years back, someone told me about how infinities are tiny little things that you often fail to see. It never made any sense to me at that time. But In this ever-changing world where you feel the urge to keep up with every damn thing, I guess it's making much more sense.
A friend of mine told me how she doesn't miss the part of herself that felt the need to explain herself to everyone. The need to say sorry when you don't text back or the need to explain why you left. Maybe it's all part of growing up Maybe it's the bad economy and politics putting pressure over your head Maybe it's alright when you leave people behind. After all, this messed up growing up bullshit, I think the relationships that always stay are the ones that you find in the early stage of life. Everyone else is just random strangers with an interesting story. That's the thing about stories, they end in full stops (most of the times).
this numbness that you feel at two in the morning, is the collective insomnia of everyone that looks for answers at the strangest times.
as the clock makes another sound, you're one step closer to an uncertainty. we search through the endless thoughts, for a definite answer to kill the pain, but it finds abode in the weakening heart.
of all the why's and the what's we couldn't figure out, I wonder how some colored pills found the right way to happiness
perhaps, we've become some ghosts chained to the mundane ways, getting rusted, decaying like the opaque buildings that we live in.
I've grown a little darker these days. Or maybe I've just been in the shadow so long it's hard to tell which shade I am.
When I was a kid, my little fingers always had this fascination with those pretty pink shades. Always wondering how clouds would look like cotton candy, if pink. Those moments don't come back, do they?
When I grew a little older, rainbow was the most fascinating thing I'd come across. No combinations, no contrast. Just few random shades put together, becoming one of the most beautiful making of nature.
When I reached a stage where nights seemed calmer, I started caressing the darker hues, filling my voids with blacks and greys. Gazing up at the sky, I wanted nothing more than becoming a part of it.
But now, all I see is how the paint splashes all over the sky, when the sun sets and how I wish I could put it into words. Or how the clouds land on earth just for a moment and how I keep wishing to escape with them. Or how from loving one shade, I've stained the canvas in so many colours that I have lost my hue among them.
And when the time comes, maybe I'll find it was just one shade I've been chasing all along.
This is not a poem or quote... This is just the piece of writing which can make someone feel positive and can help them overcome the failure.. Just a bit from my side to all who may be feeling low right now.. @mirakee@someone_significant@writersnetwork@odysseus