Will you see me someday
and imagine a screenplay
of life with me, and wish
if this could be true.
Will you dream of a king
wooing a princess with a ring.
Will you think you’re princess
and that king is me.
I wonder if your eyes
will melt under night skies
and pillows will witness
the wetness of them.
‘Cause I’ve loved you since when
our eyes first met, frozen
is time, hoping to live
with you till the end!
Since the time I got to start living on my own, I started living like a different person. Well, its not like I wanted to be like this or anything, but I kind of knew it was going to happen. Yes, I am an irresponsible person. Careless too. What else would you expect?
A guy living some eighteen years completely with parents gets to live alone, all by himself! Sounds like a jackpot, no? Being able to live life on my rules, the topmost of which says,” There are no rules!” keeping my clothes dirty, skipping my lectures whenever I wanted, keeping my bed all covered with the mess, and why only bed when I had this whole room! Getting up late in the morning, skipping breakfast, often lunch too, then not giving a damn because it looked far better to sleep idle than go out and have food, then having dinner after whole self-consuming day. Day started at 12:00 PM sharp, maybe later. And when did it end? Well, 5:00 AM next morning.
Well now, after about one year of this freedom, things are coming back to the normal mode. The mess on bed and the smelly bucket of clothes first began to irk, then it grew into being disgusting, and then came this sparkling idea that the way out of disgust is to clean the mess. Missing the lectures resulted in shortage of attendance; in fact I was afraid if I might get detained. So with no choices left, I started attending classes. For classes I had to get up early, so that way I took my breakfast too, and so my dinner. But there was one thing I never left: sleeping at 5:00 AM.
There are plenty of reasons why it is so. Probably in those four hours of 1:00 AM to 5:00 AM you may reflect on where the previous day left you, and where the next day is going to lead you to. Probably for those four hours, you do not have to answer to anyone. For those four hours that pillow is the only witness of your sobs and that phone is the only companion to see you smile. Reasons may be a lot, but these four hours are the best hours of all the twenty four.
Perfect silence with just the crickets creaking and toads croaking, and the occasional rustling of trees, if you are lucky. Climb up on the terrace, sit on the topmost of your house and see the surroundings glittering with tiny lights. Pee wherever you want and see the flow fall as far as it can. Be proud of it too. Sing loudly, even if you sound really awful, because nobody is going to ask you to shut up just because they want to study. Give loud lectures to the air and mesmerize your audience and then think, there certainly is a speaker in you and you may even make it big! You can dream high in these four hours, because nobody is going to think that you’re insane or ask you to get back to the real world.
These four hours bring forward the real person inside you. And this is important, because as soon as it hits five, however pretty the sunrise might appear, the birds are going to chirp and get back to work, waking the whole world with them. A new day would begin; someone would come to you and say, “You are no good.” Some girl would come and ask you to move and find ‘someone better’ because actually you suck as a boyfriend. Because actually you suck at everything.You’d meet random people who you think are lovable, as they treat you well for a while. But as the time passes, you’d get to know they were just to exploit you for their purposes. Every single person you believe is going to deceive you. Every single relation you find trustworthy is going to break right at the moment you need it the most. Fake faces is all you’d find around you whole day.
You would think for every single day not to fall for anyone and not to get hurt, and yet everyday you’d face the same things over and over again. You’d help someone, and you’d be considered idiot enough to be used. And even with all this happening, you can’t cry. You can’t show your emotions. Every moment of the day would start feeling like taking a step closer to death. You’d be forced to realize that you are a functional robot, not a human being. And if you tried to tell this to someone, either you are going to be mocked, or you’d be told this is life.You have to prove yourself every now and then. There is a competion in every step, and you are a loser. Intact, the insides of your brain would be bursting with the sounds Failure.. failure.. or loser.. loser..You can do nothing. You are just the witness.
People would expect things from you, yell at you and still want you to be good with them. And guess what, you would do that happily. Because you know you want to survive until it gets 1:00 AM again. You want yourself to get energized to face the next day, or at least to shred off the wears of the previous day!
So this is why I never miss these four hours between 1 AM to 5 AM. I know the next day won’t be any better. I’m going to die in a similar fashion again. But before the death, I want to be alive again. I want to hear my heartbeats again, and even if no one wants to agree to this, I want myself to feel my existence. I can’t sleep in these hours. I might or might not get time to sleep during the day, but I certainly can’t sleep in the hours of my actual life.
Well, I guess its time to leave this article here because its already 5:15 AM! See you guys later, time to face the world.
#aDi
“I AM A GIRL”
When she saw me for the first time,
She was mesmerised by that lil’ rose,
Why won’t she? I was rose of her own branch,
Those tiny hands, soft lips, innocent eyes,
I was her,and she was mine.
She handed me to him..smiling him,
He looked at that innocent face,
But his eyes were worried,
Another one in the family..but again,
She came to my rescue,
She decided to take care of me on her own.
Loved by both..loved by all,
When the spring of childhood passed..I don’t know,
She gave me a fighting spirit,
and He was always there to support me,
They never said me no for Anything,
I commited blunders nd learnt from them,
They never stopped..just made me go ahead.
And then one day,
leaving their loving shadow,
I came to make my own way and realised.,
Realised that it is soo different,
Yes different..coz’ people are fake,
peoplw are not what they seem.
They came and took their lot,
Everytime I believed..I was cheated,
Hurted and sucked and shattered.,
But now..all fear gone,
I m standing again..with nothing to lose,
Yes..I am the strongest one,
coz I can stand in the adverse,
I am the most beautiful creativity of the God,
You’ll again come to me..coz m a magician,
who can bring shower of love in ur deprived life,
This whole world revolves around me,
YES I AM A GIRL..
Once upon a time there was a man. A gentleman. He served his nation for about two decades. For two long decades he was away from his wife, away from his both the children, away from his family. Yes, he was an ARMY MAN.
In those two decades he got postings all over nation. Then there were no cellphones or landlines, just letters: Letters which took sometimes months to reach. He kept thinking of his family… that broken roof, unmarried younger siblings, single mother and then her wife. His new born baby.
Why won’t he think? Every father wants to see his children growing in front of him; but all those things never distracted him and he served his nation to the fullest. Respect from his fellows, love from family… he always got full support and when he returned home, everyone was singing songs for a home coming warrior.
Yes, he deserved that.
Well, at the same time, there was a lady. A young and newly married bride having lots of dreams. But she gave all her dreams to help him. She became a mother of two, still to become a true companion of him she decided to earn. To relieve his tensions about family she decided to stay at home, away from him. Because of her job she was never able to stay with him.
While the warrior was fighting there, she was fighting here: unnoticed.
Instead of getting respect, she only faced accusations. She was accused by family for being rough, for being so strict with her children. Occasionally fingers were pointed towards her character too! Why? Because she was alone and worked with fellow male colleagues.
Instead of having a family and a husband, she lived her life like a widow for two complete decades. Looked after her children on her own and made them capable to stand on their own. Managed everything single handed. That is why her man was able to dedicate himself to the country.
Was not that lady also working for her country? Here comes the controversy.
Every time we hear only about these soldiers. Yes I too respect them, but here is something to think. No one talks about these women: the fighting souls, the wives of these warriors. They always remain at the backstage. Unrecognized and rejected.
It’s not that no one ever thought about it, or no one ever tried to do something for them. But at least one thing is here that we can do…
Let’s give a big salute to all those women because they are no less important than their warrior “other-halves”.
#sHuBBi
That morning, when she woke up
It was hotter than ever.
No blanket, no sweaters
But she felt as if,
She would burst into flames
And burn forever.
Her room is usually dark
But today it glared.
For once she thought
She would die of the heat
And she ran to the bathroom
And stood..scared..
All she could see was bubbles
And the boiling water.
Vapours, and vapours
Coming out of the taps
And vapours was all
That came out of her shower.
And then his thought struck her
She shrieked out of fear.
“He should’ve been around
But he is nowhere..”
And she felt just this,
“..just be safe my dear..”
She ran out of the house
And then she could see..
Trees and buildings burning
Men burning and sun
Was burning to red
Like a fireball set free.
She rose her hands
Red like a furious desire.
She trembled, and fell down
And crawled on the land
And then, as a spark
She was all set to fire.
And then she saw him..
As calm, as ever he is.
In whites, smiling at her.
She opened her arms
And he picked her up in air
And hugged her to the bliss.
These few words were all he said
Before bending to kiss,
“No matter the sun gets angry
The world collapses,leaves fall,
Trees die, and the world burns;
If we’re alive, we’ll be together…that’s a promise..”
#aDi
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