WHAT IS LIFE?

"What is life?",you say,

Life is but a way,
A path that one chooses,

No one knows right or wrong.

"What is life?",you say,

Life is but a struggle,

Come what may,

A battle against every odd.

"What is life?",you say,

Life is but problems,
Nay,problems interspersed with joy,
Amongst many other things.

"What is life?",you say,
Life is but a beautiful day,
At times sunny;at times rainy,

Yet most times;dull and overcast.

"What is life?",you demand,

Life is but to reprimand,

Others,
And reciprocate yourself.

"What is life?",you inquire,
Life is but fire,

Sadness is smoke,

The feelings that choke.

"What is life?",you wonder,
Life is but a blurry blunder,
You might not be able to see it clearly,

But ultimately you realise and regret.

"What is life?",you wonder,

Life is but lightening and thunder,

Followed by a downpour of sadness,

But ultimately a sunshine of happiness.

"What is life?",you brood,

Life is but directly proportional to your mood,
At times harsh;and

Most other times crude.

"What is life?",you contemplate,

Life is but a huge mistake,

Amidst people who are wrong and,

People who are fake.

"What is life?",you ask,

Life is but a mask,

A mask of artificiality,

A mask which people wear.

"What is life?",you ask,

Life is but a difficult task,

Something that can or cannot be done,

Depending on your own wills and inclinations.

"What is life?",you ask,

Life is but a book,

And every new day,
Is a fresh page...

"What is life?",you ask,

Life is but an abyss,

An abyss of sadness,sorrow,depression;

Overcome these and you are the happiest person.

"What is life?",you ask,

Life is but birth and death,

What have you brought into this world?

What will you take?

"What is life?",you ask again,

Life is but an incessant rain,

A rain of happiness and joy,

A shower of contentment and blessings.

"What is life?",you think,

Life is but a momentary blink,

Unexpected,

Unpredictable...

"What is life?",you think,

Life is but a connectionless link,

A link between nothingness and infinity,

Neither knows no bounds...

"What is life?",you sigh,

Life is but as irrational as pi,

3.141592653589793238462643383279...

Non-terminating,non-recurring,never ending...

EXPECTATIONS HURT

I was waiting near the bus-stop.My friend had not yet turned up.I was supposed to go to school with him today.In his car.

My cellphone rang.I picked it up."Hello,"I said.

"Yeah,hello...,"said my friend,"we'll be there in five minutes."

"Okay,"I said,"by the way,what's the colour of your car?"

"It's white,"he said and hung up.

"Five more minutes only,"I told myself.

The sky was growing dark.Somewhere in the distance,I heard thundering.It could rain at any moment now.I hoped that my friend would come to pick me soon.

Suddenly,I saw a white-coloured car in the distance.It was coming closer.Closer.I don't think that the car was travelling slowly,but I experienced the whole thing slo-mo.

"Skoda,"I almost screamed.

I had just realised that the car was a white-coloured Skoda Octavia.Could it be my friend's car? I felt excited at the mere thought of it.

The Skoda went past me.I simply looked on.It couldn't be my friend's car...

Apparently,I had asked my friend only the colour of his car.I hadn't asked him the name.

I heaved a tremendous sigh.

Soon,it started drizzling.As I like to get wet in the rain,I didn't make an effort to find any shelter.I simply stood over there.

I don't really know why,but at that moment I imagined myself as Aditya Roy Kapoor.I pretended that the song 'Tum Hi Ho' was being played in the background.I was completely soaked.Raindrops dripped from my face.It seemed almost like the scene from the movie 'Aashiqui 2',except for the fact that there was no Shraddha Kapoor around...

Another white car!

This time it was a Volkswagen."Wow!"I exclaimed.Those who were standing at the bus-stop looked at me,clearly astonished.

The Volkswagen zoomed past me just like the Skoda Octavia;except that,this time I found the lower half of my pant dripping with muddy water.The goddamn Volkswagen had done that.

Having learnt a lesson,I went and stood quietly under the shelter of the bus-stop.I wondered whether my friend would ever come.

Two or three cars and about a dozen scooters and bikes later,I saw another white car.Even as I was contemplating whether it could be my friend's car,the passenger's window of the white Maruti 800 rolled down and the freckled face of my friend was unmistakable.

"Hop in,"he said...

It was on that day that I learnt a really important lesson of my life:
Never expect anything.
Expectations hurt.

From that day onwards,I stopped expecting that somebody would come to pick me up in a Skoda or a Volkswagen;and I thanked my lucky stars that my friend had come in a Maruti 800 and not in a bullock-cart that was painted white!

CRUELTY

He slapped me hard across the face.I scowled at him.

"Only this much?" he asked and held up the money that I had given him.

I scowled again.I'd never had even the slightest respect for him.I hated him.I had to tolerate him everyday.He tortured me.But still,I had to put up with him.After looking at both of us,who would say that he was my father?

He is a drunkard.He beats me everyday for no reason at all.He has never earned a penny by himself,as far as I know.I earn and he spends it all on his useless alcohol.I work in a restaurant,he spends it in a bar.

But,things were different when Mother was alive.I am thirteen years old now.Mother passed away when I was seven.Back then,I used to go to school.Mother used to earn for the family.Even at that time,he drank liquor.I still remember how brutally he used to beat Mother.

Once,he hit her with a stick.She cried.She begged for mercy.He didn't let her go.He hit her again.And again.And again.He hit her repeatedly.Several times.After that thrashing,Mother never woke up.I cried beside her bed for hours.I told him to take her to the hospital.He did not listen.The next day,we came to know that Mother had died.The monster had killed her.I could do nothing but cry...helplessly.

Right from the next day,he told me to go and find some work.He burned all my books.He told me that I wouldn't go to school anymore.I was terrified.He didn't even have the slightest regret for what he had done.I wondered how heartless a person could get.

I started serving tea in a restaurant nearby.I still do the same job.He snatches away all the money that I earn.I eat the leftovers from the same restaurant that I work in.The owner is a nice fellow.

When Mother was alive,she had made me promise that I would never ever touch alcohol.I have kept that promise.

Mother was a really nice woman.This brute...this monster.He spoiled my life.

"Only this much?" he repeated.He waved the money in my face.His breath reeked of booze,as always.

I remained silent.He raised his hand to slap me.

A resounding crack filled the air.He had slapped me across the cheek again with brute force.I wondered if the neighbours would come to my rescue like they have done on so many other occasions.But,they did not.

Another slap.I couldn't contain myself any longer.Anger surged through me and erupted out just like lava erupts from a volcano.

"I earn.You have no right to spend it on your alcohol.It is my hard-earned money.You haven't earned a penny in your whole life.You killed Mother.Now,you're all set to murder me.Aren't you?"I said,angrily.

Those words seemed to have some effect on his mind.His expression softened.But,he didn't answer me.

Even monsters have a heart;although it is made of stone,they do have one.I could say that from his expression.

"You are never going to understand me,"I told him."You never understood Mother.You just want money for your alcohol.You will never let me live in peace.Never."

With that,I left the room and walked away.

How long would my life continue like this?Would I ever be emancipated from this bondage?Would I ever be free?

CAREER COUNSELLING

Choosing a right career is a very important decision that each and every person has to take in his or her life.Often children,especially teens,are heard saying that they want to become doctors,engineers,lawyers,sportsmen,sportswomen,business tycoons etc. in the future.

So,today I am going to focus on a profession that is abundant in India.Most children,if not all,do not wish to join this profession(which is not a bad thing,actually).Nevertheless,I would like to draw your attention to the advantages and disadvantages of this profession;the educational qualification required;and of course,the salary that this profession has got to offer.Now,let me tell you about those who have joined this profession.

You will see them almost everywhere you go.There is no shortage of them at all.Right from traffic signals,roads,pavements to temples,churches,mosques and public parks,gardens,railway stations;they are found everywhere.

Wondering who I am talking about? Well,I'm talking about those people who are found in almost every city of our country.Those,without whom our nation would be incomplete(or maybe not).Those,who bang the windows of your car whenever it stops at a red-light.If you haven't guessed it already,then let me tell you that I am talking about the beggars of our country.

And the profession that I am going to elaborate about is,obviously,begging.

Once you take to this profession,your kith and kin follow suit.Then,there is no looking back.The advantages of being a beggar are numerous.Here are some of them:
1.No investment is to be done.
2.All the money that you get is profit.
3.Other than cash,you also get paid in kind.
   e.g.leftovers,old and torn clothes,rags,blankets with holes etc.
4.You don't get constantly nagged by your boss.In fact,you,yourself are the boss.
5.People sympathise and pity you.
6.(Now,this is perhaps the most important advantage)
   You don't have to pay any kind of tax to anybody.

Now that we have seen the advantages,let us look at the disadvantages.
1.You lose your dignity and respect.
2.Most of the people ignore you and turn up their noses at you.
3.At times,the so-called 'salary' is quite low.
4.Mostly,you have to spend your life on pavements,roads etc.

Let us now look at the educational qualification that is required if one wants to become a beggar.
1.Good news!Good news!Good news!There is practically no educational qualification required if you aspire to become a beggar.Right from an IITian to a child who has failed in nursery school,anybody can beg for alms.There is no age limit,as well.

You may be deaf or dumb or blind or lame or all four simultaneously,but these conditions cannot occlude you in fulfilling your dream of becoming a beggar.As a matter-of-fact,differently abled beggars earn much more than those,whose body parts are in their right places.

According to your inclinations and wishes,you may become a full-time or a part-time beggar.

Always remember that a successful beggar is one who can win the sympathy of others by either fair or foul means.You may not be blind,but you can always close your eyes and pretend to be one.Only then will people notice your presence and give you some money.

Being a beggar is a laborious job.You have to put up with people who throw coins at you.They think you're a beggar(well,actually you are.But remember,you are a dignified beggar).Never pick up coins thrown at you(I mean,only in front of those who throw them.Show them that you've got just as much self-respect as they have.After they go,you can always pick them up.The coins aren't running away anywhere).

Now,we come to the most important aspect.The 'salary',of course.As I have already said somewhere,people donate in cash as well as in kind.So,you may not get money,but so long as you get two square meals it is perfectly fine.The turnover isn't much.But,that's okay.Isn't it?

For becoming a beggar,one does not need to have a good family background.All that one requires is will-power and courage.A strong belief in God is a must.You have to learn the art of emotionally blackmailing people in the name of God.I have never heard of atheist beggars...

Begging is an art not known to many.It is yet to be explored.So,how many of you are ready to roll in the mud,join this 'noble' profession and ask in the name of God?

ATM-Aunt,Train and Music

Well,my aunt had promised that she would show me 'The Gateway of India' the next time I came to her house in Mumbai.Unfortunately,I reminded my aunt about her promise.The next thing I knew,I was in a Mumbai local with my aunt.

Now,if you've ever travelled by a Mumbai local,then you'll surely understand my problem.Even before the train arrived,many people were already waiting on the platform.

"Surely,so many people will not board the same train,"I told myself.As it turned out,I was wrong.

I was standing on the platform.In the distance,I saw the local curving like a serpent and coming towards us.It slowed down to a crawl.Even before it had stopped completely,people who were on the train started disembarking.All the people who were on the platform started to get on the train.I stood rooted to the spot,wondering how so many people would embark the same train.The doors of the train were so narrow that only two or three people could get through it,simultaneously.According to my estimations,there were hundreds of people,if not thousands,who had been waiting for this local on the platform.I was dumbstruck.

"Quick.Get on the train,"said my aunt and shoved me from behind.That cut me short from my reverie.I stumbled and miraculously,landed in the train,somehow.

As soon as I set foot in the train,it started moving.Soon,my aunt got on the moving train.The train had hardly stopped for a minute at the station.

"We are used to it,"she told me.I nodded.

"What did you think? We were going to see 'The Gateway of India' in a limousine?"my aunt asked me and chuckled.

Before I could even answer,she said,"we are travelling in a mode of transport that is ten times longer than a limo."

"And a hundred times more crowded,"I wanted to say but,instead,thought the better of it and decided to keep my mouth shut.

I glanced out of the door of the train.All the people who had been standing on the platform were now inside the train.It was amazing how so many people had entered the train within a minute.

Many men were hanging from the door of the train.They seemed to be enjoying the effect of the cool breeze on their faces.Some were holding on to the pole that stood near the door of the train and appeared to be doing some sort of weird pole-dance!

Mumbai locals are dangerously over-crowded,especially on weekdays.As a matter of fact,a large number of people perish after being bludgeoned by track-side poles while hanging out of overcrowded trains or electrocuted by power cables when they sit on the roof of the train.

I turned my attention inside the train now.As expected,there were no vacant seats.All the seats had already been occupied.We would have to spend the better part of our journey standing.But,believe me,there wasn't enough place even for standing.Just like us,most people did not have a seat and were standing.I'd heard that the Mumbai Suburban Railway had the highest passenger density of any urban railway system in the world.But now,I'd experienced it.

Now,even in such crammed places,only one thing comes to my rescue.My earphones,of course.I carry them along with me,no matter where I go.

So,standing in a compartment with more than a hundred people surrounding me,I took my earphones out of my pocket with a little difficulty.The coach was awfully crowded.I plugged in my earphones.Then,I hit the 'Play' button on my I-Pod and started enjoying the music.

My favourite band,Linkin Park,started off with its song 'Bleed it Out'.

Yeah,here we go for the hundredth time
Hand grenade pins in every line
Throw 'em up and let something shine
Going out of my fuckin' mind...

Out of old habit,I started whistling to the song.Soon,I realized that two or three women who were standing in the compartment,were staring at me.Before they could have wrong notions,I stopped whistling.

Instead,I started humming and tapped my feet in the little place that was available on the floor.

I bleed it out,digging deeper
Just to throw it away.
I bleed it out,digging deeper
Just to throw it away.
I bleed it out,digging deeper
Just to throw it away.
Just to throw it away.
Just to throw it away.
I bleed it out.

I was enjoying myself very much now.

I've Opened up these SCARS,
I'll MAKE YOU FACE THIS,
I've PULLED MYSELF SO FAR,
I'LL MAAKE...YOOUU...FAACE...THIISS...NOOWWW!!!

Now,almost all the people in the coach were staring at me.Clearly,my humming had turned to shouting.Let me tell you very frankly,that I am no good at singing.So,I flushed and removed the earphones from my ears.

"I've never understood why these people shout so much,"said my aunt."As if there isn't enough of shouting and screaming inside the train already.What's the need for more?"

"It's rock music,"I told her.

"They scream and shout so much and finally call it music?"

"It's absolutely cool."

"They speak so quickly and expect us to understand it?"

"That's rap.It's fun."

"As if there isn't enough of it in India already..."my aunt said.

I wondered if she had confused 'rap' with 'rape'.Finally,I decided not to ask her.

"Oh!Forget it,"I said.

The train had stopped at a station.I simply plugged in my earphones and started singing again...

REMINISCENCE

It was one of those days when I had indulged in an argument with my mother.Quite often,we had arguments and conflicts between us.Our opinions differed.Our views differed.Sometimes,I felt that we had nothing in common.

The argument finally ended with me walking out of the house.I needed some time alone.I needed solitude.I went on the terrace.

I stared at the star-studded night sky.It was beautiful.The moon shone down at me.I was bathed in moonlight.

I saw a star moving slowly in the sky.A shooting star!I was fascinated.It is said that if you look at a shooting star and wish something,then your wish comes true.I closed my eyes.

I was halfway through my wish when I heard a low rumble in the sky above.I opened my eyes only to realize that I was staring at no shooting star.It was just an airplane.I smiled at my naivety.

Suddenly,a memory from the past gripped me.I was just around four or five years old.I was sitting in my mother's lap in the balcony and staring at the night sky.My mother was singing a lullaby for me.Suddenly,I pointed to a point sized source of light flickering in the dark sky above.It was moving slowly.

I asked,"what's that,mother?"My mother replied,"it's an airplane,dear."

I wondered which pilot would be so dumb that he was flying an airplane in the night sky.He wouldn't even be able to see what was around him.But,I kept my thoughts to myself.

Now I was standing on the terrace,alone.My mother had strived so hard to shape my life.She had made great efforts for me,night and day.How could I fight with her?Maybe it was my mistake,after all.Even if it wasn't,what was wrong in apologizing?I ran down from the terrace to my house to say sorry to my mother...

BRUTALITY

"No!"the poor woman whispered,sobbing.

But,he was too drunk to listen."Please leave my mother alone,"said the eight year old girl."Please,father...".But,he didn't give a damn.

He raised his hand and slapped his wife.He thrashed her brutally.The little girl witnessed all this with terror in her eyes.She was horrified.

"You!"the man said,pointing at his daughter,"mustn't talk in the middle.Bad manners."His breath clearly smelled of alcohol.

The poor girl started sobbing.She had been witnessing this for quite a long time now.But,it was more than she could handle.

"Please,stop.For the sake of your little daughter.Please,"the lady pleaded.

Her drunk husband looked at her menacingly.He simply thrashed her again.Harder,this time.The helpless woman just cried for mercy.But,he didn't hear her cries.Nor did he hear the sobs of his eight year old daughter.

Without any reason,he kept slapping his wife.He hit her with a stick.Not once,but many times.

Finally when he had had enough,he threw the stick aside.Without a word,he went to sleep;leaving his wife and his daughter sitting on the floor,sobbing.

The eight year old girl had always wondered when all this would stop.Every night it was the same story.Her father would come home drunk.Then he would mercilessly thrash her mother.

Her mother had never stood up against him.Never had she raised her voice.She would always silently bear all the pain and suffering with the hope that it would never happen again.But,she was always proved wrong the next day.

If anybody happened to ask her mother how she had got those wounds and bruises,she would always make up a story.

Would all this ever stop? Would her father ever understand? Would her mother ever oppose the cruelty that she faced everyday?

Even the thought of these things brought tears in her eyes.But she would always blink them away before anybody could see them...

CARTE BLANCHE

"But,why?"my friend demanded.

"Because we say so",his mother replied firmly.

Well,I was in my friend's house and he was arguing with his mother about what he should choose as his career in the future.He wanted to become an advocate and so,he wanted to join Arts.But,unfortunately his mother wanted him to join Science.

Inevitably,I was dragged in their argument."You tell me,son", his mother looked at me,"what should a person scoring 95% choose to become in future?"

I hesitated."Uh...uh", I managed to stammer.Apparently,I was sandwiched between a friend,who was looking at me expectantly and his mother,who was kind of...glaring at me.

My friend sensed my hesitation."Why are you asking him?It's my life.My career.I should decide what to do and what not to",he told his mother.

"Is this the way you talk to your mother?"she asked him.I looked at them stupidly.

"You aren't big enough to make decisions about your future.It's we who decide about it", his mother told him.

As if the long arguments in my house weren't enough,here I was stuck in another one!

My friend's mother stomped towards the kitchen.He looked at me,helpless and frustrated.I tried to give him a consoling smile (although it didn't quite console him).I felt sorry for him.

I feel that a student should do something that he is actually interested in.That is what he should choose as his career in the future.Unless and until,one is satisfied with his job,he can never do it properly.So,even if a student scoring 95% wishes to join Arts or Commerce,he should be free to do so.His parents shouldn't obstruct him.That's my take on this topic.What's yours?

ABYSS

Garbage,filth,dirt,
That's all we find on our beautiful Earth,
There are no plants,no trees,
They are simply cut with ease.

If there is something,

Then there are crimes,

Crimes much sinister than in olden times,

There are bribes,rapes and murders,

Crimes that make people shudder.

If there is something,

Then there are promises,

Promises which are never fulfilled,

Innocent people are being killed,

Entire humanity is being drilled.

If there is something,

Then there are protests,

Protests by people who want a change,

Innocent people are being maimed,

Nobody knows whom to blame.

Who's going to stop this bloody game?

HOW LONG?

Although I love to read newspapers,I rarely buy them.Today was one of those rare days when I had bought one.I opened it and settled down on the couch to read it.

The cover story was about the rape of a five-year old girl in the capital of the nation.A twenty-two year old pervert had brutally assaulted the minor.She was battling for her life in a hospital.The rapist,who was on the run,was finally caught.All the people in the country were protesting...

I grimaced and turned a few pages of the newspaper to see what was happening elsewhere in the country.It was the same story everywhere.Another devil had raped a four-year old and had left her to die.A father-in-law had molested his daughter-in-law.A thirteen-year old wanted to die because she had been raped and her case was not being registered by the police.Rapists and perverts were roaming freely in the country.

For how long are such sinister crimes going to take place? For how long will the devils roam on the loose? For how long will such misogyny and paedophilia continue in our country? For how long will people tolerate such nuisance? For how long will promises about new laws be made? Finally,for how long will the voices of the people be muffled?

UNANSWERED QUESTIONS

"Why is she so poor,mother?" the six year-old asked his mother.The mother wasn't sure about how to answer him."Why does she wear old and torn rags?" he pressed.

The boy was talking about the maid servant of the house.Right from when he was small,he had seen her doing the chores of the house.She swept and mopped the floor,washed the utensils,washed the clothes among many other things.

She lived in a slum that was just a stone's throw from their house.He had never seen her relax even for a moment.After she finished the work of their house,she went to rest of the houses in the neighbourhood.

"Why,mother?" he asked again.Unsure of what to say,his mother decided to change the topic.

"Didn't you want to eat those sweets?Well..." she paused and continued,"you can have them".The boy jumped with joy and ran towards the kitchen.

For the time being,he had forgotten about everything.But,somewhere deep down in his heart the questions were still there.Questions whose answers he still did not have...

RECONCILIATION

She says no,
I say yes,
She says go,
I am left in a mess.

She says die,

I ask why,

She doesn't reply,

I silently cry.

She doesn't look,

But,I still stare,

She pretends to be lost in a book,

But,I still care.

I say sorry,

I apologize,

She doesn't worry,

Doesn't realize.

Right now I'm sitting,

Thinking about her,

Doesn't she see,

That my life's completely blur?

She is so near,

But still she's so far,

She is right here,

As beautiful as a star.

She's in front of me,

Or is it my hallucination?

She's talking to me,

Or is it my imagination?

NO PLACE LIKE HOME

A bright Saturday morning.I woke up at 6.15 am.

"Crap",I said.I had a quiz at 9.00 am.The quiz venue was around 35 km away from my house.I knew that I was going to be late.

My partner was supposed to meet me at the bus-stand at 7.30 am.I  reached the bus-stand at 7.40 am.For the first time in his life,my partner had come on time whereas I hadn't.

He was waiting for me at the bus-stand with the tickets.We got on the bus.In the bus,he plugged in his earphones and started listening to music.I've hated buses since I was a kid.I don't exactly know why!

We reached the venue in time.Then all the teams that were present over there enjoyed four hours of pure quizzing.In the end,we emerged as the winners.

I felt very happy.We got good prizes.The quiz got over at 1.30 pm.
My partner's father had come to pick us up.

My happiness was short-lived.My partner's father had brought his car.So,I was to go home in a car.

I feel very uncomfortable in claustrophobic places like cars,buses etc.To add to that,my partner's father started playing old Marathi music.

The singer started talking about Saint Tulsidas,Saint Gyaneshwar etc.My head started reeling.I felt like spewing.I hate listening to Marathi music.It sucks.I just wanted to get out of this claustrophobic car ASAP.

We reached a bridge.Below us was a wide river.A barge was moving slowly across its waters.An aeroplane could be seen flying in the deep blue sky above.There was a railway bridge on the other side of the river.A train could be seen moving rapidly.There were many cars and buses on the road that we were travelling.Almost all the modes of transport could be seen from that place...

Finally,when we were about to reach home,my partner changed the music."Won't you c'mon and c'mon and raise your glass..." greeted my ears.

Finally,they dropped me home.I felt very happy.There's no place like home...

AN INFATUATION

'Possessive pig!'

How could she have called him that?A mutual friend of theirs had told him that she had indeed said that to him.Initially,he couldn't believe it.But,later it dawned upon him that it was true.

Even now,sitting on a bench in the park,he was ripping the petals of a rose one by one and muttering,"Yes,she will;no,she won't..."alternately as each petal glided softly to the ground.He was just trying to decide whether she would talk to him ever again.

He just kept reminiscing about those wonderful days.Those days which were long gone and were just memories now.Memories that still haunted him.Night and day.

Couldn't she just forgive him for his misdemeanour?Had he not apologized to her around a million times already?Well,he had.She'd said that it was okay.But was it really okay?Not in the slightest.Nothing was okay between them.Nothing at all.

Well,it had happened somewhat like this:
Six months ago:They barely knew each other.
Five months ago:They became acquaintances.
Four months ago:They became friends.
Three months ago:They became really good friends.
Two months ago:She realized that he had been pushing this a bit too far.He had crossed the limit.So,she gave him the silent treatment.She stopped talking to him.
One month ago:She started pretending that she barely knew him.

History had repeated itself.He became depressed and from then on,he is just found sitting on a bench in the park,ripping roses apart and muttering,"Yes,she will;no,she won't..."to himself.

MOVING ON

She calls you possessive,
She thinks you're obsessive,
You apologize for your mistakes,
But no!

She says you're pretending,

The story's unending,

You think she's heartless,

But no!

Both of you part ways,

Forgotten are the old days,

Neither looks into the other's face.

There's no conversation,

No chats like before,

You're heart's uprooted from its core.

But you have to move on,

You need to move on...

SUFFERINGS

sHE CRIES,

She has tears in her eyes,

She fights,

For her rights.

But all she can feel is agony,

There's pain,

All her efforts have gone in vain,

She feels she is going insane.

She wants peace,

She wants justice,

But she feels,

She's getting nowhere with this.

Right now she's lying face down in bed,

Irrelevant thoughts enter her head,

She's feeling sad,

She's thinking about those moments that she will forever dread.

Nothing seems right,

Justice is nowhere in sight,

She just thinks she might,

Give it a fight.

Although right now there's no sign;

But,everything will be fine,

She knows,

Eventually everything does get fine.