Night Sky, Stars and Ceiling
Dreams are getaways for the soul,
Brain doesn't stop working.
Expectations, practically an element of past
Wise men must know, it will not last
Every generation brings up a new lesson,
Ours though have learned to follow their passion-
Independence is a thing for mass,
Believing only in the present will be our class,
Virtuous or sinful only time will tell,
Hitherto there will be many folklores to retell.
They stand, they trip
They walk, they slip
Mother; watching them strive
Aid their way in life,
Her tired eyes drooping down-
Will wait for nature and her kids to have bound,
Lovely, however it is they must survive alone
She must rest, leaving them forlorn.
Childhood with unfulfilled wishes,
Meeting everyone’s expectations,
Her mind shaped up desiring better,
A successful future, beautiful life
She did want to spend it with someone,
Did her struggle conflict in a way with his wishes?
Overwhelming him, that she didn’t want,
Before he could figure, she took the step ahead.
Vanilla is always your choice,
Sweet and creamy, white, wonderful to your tongue-
Chocolate, I argued ; is strong , sweet and brown
Unlike you, it pulls me towards it.
Never learnt your like for vanilla,
Stopped caring for it, when you fell for Chocolate.
Compiled in heaps, all cold and white
They look enchanting , from a distance.
The nearer you go, there comes a realisation-
You could only so far , without being in danger.
Avalanches a common occurrence in snow piled mountains,
Realized too late that it could also kill a relation.
Why do you care now ?
Life is not easy, you build it up slowly
To care for the temple which is our body,
You certainly did not take vow-
Then why not let it rot gradually?
Precious blood is what flows through veins, not sodie.
You know the dangers, now make vow
To keep clean and care for yourself properly
So that life turns better not for you, but everybody.
Sour filled life, do we learn from those ?
Little miscreants in life, these tamarinds.
A wonderful tangy taste, break the shell and you have them.
A lot of it though would make you sick.
Once again , when the tamarinds come in view , you taste them.
Mental strength was what you needed to see me cry,
Did you have it in you , to hold me , ask me to let it out?
Deciding the fact for me , you walked out
My tears did not stop mid-way, nor did it wash everything
First time, I would say it was alright
But the second time, I knew you couldn’t handle me
Not expressing your emotions, you wanted me to put a hold on mine
Mine spluttered and in a second you were out of it.
Was I afraid to be your shadow?
Make me acquiesce to your whims?
Live my life to your standard,
Take every turn the way you asked,
Or was it always my own shadow?