Why wouldn't it, but be normal!
For a writer to be abnormal!
His is a play with not jus 'a' vowel!
But them with other infinite in numeral!
May be a petal or a metal!
Ain't smooth is, but certain, the struggle!
Endless the battle n thus the fable!
For the magnanimity of 'each' syllable!
Write and rub.. fight and fail!
All for the love to tell a tale😊😊
It doesn't matter if you've had quite a few bad days in life..for life is much more than that!
It doesn't matter if, at times in life, you've had to be with undesirable elements..for now you know the worth of those desired!
It doesn't matter if some scars of insult and pain have remained in you..for now, they make way only for your growth and grin!
It doesn't matter if you've had to taste the depth of a downfall..for now you have tasted a new taste in life!
It doesn't matter if you aren't making someone happy some days..for now you are giving solace to the sober!
It doesn't matter if nothing is going your way..for now you have a hope to live with!
Thus then what matters in life?
Know not the answer to this..for lies hidden deep inside this search, life's real bliss!!
This is that point in the curve of life..
Where you are on top of a slope that is steeping down!
When all your dreams seem to rife..
You realize it's yet a dream of dawn!
It is that feel in the belly..
That one gets to feel rarely!
So much to see..so much to understand..
So much to accept..and so much to for stand!
But all that you have is a groaning stomach and an empty hand!
Moments of pain.. moments of gain..
Moments of fright..moments of fun..
In all, time flies, leaving behind you in search of a 'perfect run'!
It's all about exploring you realize..
Be it power, people, price or pitfall!
Who says there is something called a life of a 'grown up' expected to know life from down to up?
Alas! Let me then tell you..
I still stand in the place where i was..still feeling as hollow as an empty cup!!
So indeed then may I say..
Everyday is a discovery..everyday is an experience!
Everyday is a history..everyday is a mystery!
May be this is what one calls - 'journey of a beautiful life'?!
I wonder why I write?!
But then I know!
I write for You.
I write for 'You' my dear, whom I want to have but then smile to myself for wanting so!
For You, who is the only one to give me for those moments the luxury of pure bliss!
For You, who keeps me going, for else life would be nothing but boring!
For You, the love for whom just grows bigger and bigger and for self, smaller and smaller!
For You, who can only be shared with paper and else none!
For You are the only beloved to empower me, engulf me and energize me!
Am eternally in love with 'YOU' - my dear DREAM!
The day u stop..I stop too!!
I want to walk on my own,
And want shoulders of none;
I want to jump high with a free heart,
And fearless be of any hurt;
I want to laugh loudly, dance madly,
And never again feel lonely;
Now I have known what is it to be sad,
And for no reason going mad..
Every broken thing heals is what I learn,
From this little bone of my limb that is torn;
Sun paves way to moon,
And this goes on and on;
Dark and light are the faces of nature,
And indeed are the life's biggest teacher;
Hard or soft be the path,
I want to start, I want to walk;
I want to walk on my own,
And want shoulders of none :-)
For a writer fond of writing,
Say words - ' we won't express what you are going through'.
He cries, he shouts, he begs.
And they laugh!
He feels blank.
His page and pen become scary.
His heart sinks.
How can I keep all this in? cries he in pain.
But hell-bent words smile and say-
' You suffer! We won't do what you want us to do'.
He challenges them. He dares them.
Moves away from all..
Sits in dark to face and bow down to them -
' Please flow and make me feel light'.
They say - 'Go on and give it a try'.
Comes the pen back in hand with a thought of relief -
"Shocked, terrified, ripped apart, broken, shattered, deeply cut into pieces, suffocating, thirsty for a drop of water since ages, body bleeding with pain"..
Well, throws far away, he, the pen.
And words laugh at him, again.
They know. They know they are powerless in this. They know too, they fail to express this grief in him.
But how do they make this poor man understand this!
They are unarmed. They are handless to slap and awaken him.
But then, he fights. He is deeply annoyed. He is desperate.
And then they say -
' Oh my dear fool! This pain in you can only be felt by you. God has made some limits for us too..we fail beyond that line. So my dear you, stop fighting with us and accept this.'
Drops the pen with eyes numb and says he -
'I shall feel it and feel it alone'.
Then say the words to him -
'We are with you to do all that we can'.
Come on paper these -
" I WILL LOVE YOU ALWAYS AND WILL MISS YOU IN EVERY STEP OF MY LIFE AHEAD."
Tickles a smile on his face realizing how these simple words spoke it all..
Sometimes it's nice to re-visit your dreams,
That got crushed and buried deep;
Prick your belly wickedly these scenes,
Ruin the day and its sleep;
Yet the evil mind is no less to show its real genes,
In enjoying for moments those fantasies that once laid in heap;
Ah! You dreams of teens..
That I failed to reap;
Stop flashing your brassy beams,
For me to end the endless weep😄😊
