He’s put on a fake smile,
It’s the 100th time, it’s been a while.
Since that smile was real,
A smile full of joy, rather than lies.
In this world of hate, his partner is fate.
He’s moving ahead battling his fears,
Alive in the day, but sleeping with his tears.
‘Be a man’ is what they told him,
But does this necessarily mean,
an emotionless heart, forbidden to convey.
Hiding your fears and run-away,
with a heavy heart and a puzzled mind,
such a person isn’t hard to find.
Every man around you experiences this once in their life,
Help them up, help them rise.
I could see his lust filled eyes staring at me.
My arms were numb and I was lying down on the ground.
Chains of hate and aggression had confined me,
But the bruise on my thigh didn’t hurt as much as the one on my mind.
I could see myself being the ‘talk of the nation’,
I could see myself on people’s social media stories and posts.
But all of it didn’t last for long,
Soon everything faded.
I looked at the dark hallway I was in,
Aligning with the room’s aura.
My mind was like a blank slate but the last thought that came to my mind was,
‘What was my mistake?’
Silence was the saviour,
When words had to depart.
I was moving down the winding road,
The clouds seemed to be caught up on my back.
A ray of sunlight was peeping through the car window,
It danced on my face.
There was fog all around and the visibility was low,
Yet my vision was widened and my thoughts at the flow.
I felt bliss as we drove across this damp country road.
The greenery all around just awed me,
I got lost in this tender aura.
I seemed to be more than awake,
I was, Alive.
Now my mistakes from the past are haunting me
I shouldn’t have left your hand that night,
Should have been a few words of comfort but it ended up being a fight.
I realise deep down that we both were wrong in our own way,
Now… I have something to say.
A sorry. Just a simple sorry.
But I think it’s too late,
I think you had your wait,
I think you are gone.
Where are you?
I miss the warmth of your hug,
The small palm nestled in my hand.
Maybe I did misunderstand
But now, what should I do?
I frantically search for you.
But nothing’s your match.
Is is time to detach,
Or should I keep searching,
Where are you?
Moving on from a relationship is one of the toughest things in life. What are your thoughts on the same?
Teacher’s day special-:
A good teacher,A myth, or a reality we ignored.
Every teacher was good until the students got bored.
Can’t we see how important it is to have someone to look upto
Not only for the teaching of subjects, but for the teachings of life too.
But what do we expect a teacher to be?
A friend, a guide, a mentor
Turns out that he or she is all
Battling life, a teacher stands strong
Patient like the earth, gentle like a flower
Look up, a good teacher is always around.
From holding their hand on a field trip to taking selfies with them, we grew up…
From learning the alphabets to sin cos, we grew up…
From getting a star mark on our hand to filling the calendar pages with remarks, we grew up…
Dear teacher,This letter does not need a format because our hearts speak.
We love you all a lot.
Happy teacher’s day.
Today I attempt to solve,
The most difficult question of all.
Is it the unexpected fall into the sea of feelings?
Or just a sweet get-away from the world’s worry?
Slow down dear, don’t be in a hurry.
Love may be that long walk the 2 souls take,
To find bliss and correct each other’s mistakes
These 2 figures walk down a memory lane,
Acting as pillars for fragments of love, hate and pain.
Love may also be that calm silence, that ends with a hearty laugh.
A power source for influential art.
Whatever love is it is very powerful,
It empowers people out of darkness.
Certainly love cannot be seen, it can only be felt.
It cannot be heard only expressed.