BROKEN THOUGHTS

Shallow breath and dim lights
I closed eyes when I lost the will to fight

Gazing at the dark coloured drapes
Falling down every minute in my semi conscious state

One step closer to death. A last pain to suffer
Heaven be the place where I feel happy and safer

While later even death stabbed me in back
They said I have done a crime from which I can't snapback

Life is a precious gift of god, His favourite rock
Which we the humans have no right to mock

For I am doomed for eternal pain
Neither heaven nor hell, it's the total silence I gain

Watching for eternity, those 11 days after my death
Watching how everyone cried over my flesh in fumbled breath

Watching the familiar face who mourned for me
Watching the friendly face who never cared for me

Watching the parents who were a bit hard on my manner
Watching the same shedding tears in the corner

Watching the sibling with whom every time I fought
Watching them reading my secret diary and crying over my broken thoughts

And after gazing all these endlessly
Eyes filled in bloody tears constantly

Only one thought in mind .. Was it worth it? Suicide doesn't prevent pain, It passes to someone else

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*CANOPY OF HOPE*
A LETTER FOR PEOPLE SUFFERING WITH DEPRESSION


My friend ,

We know why you are poor in communication and why you are secretly driven to condemnation. You see our heart is like a kid, it seeks exploration. So every now and then it steps out for reconciliation. Hope lays it's foundation and slowly happiness becomes a temptation. But as we go down and deeper, misery waves in the dark smiling for its resurrection, pain desires hearts possession and suffering gets an invitation which is the result of your depression.

But, this Diwali why not cut ourselves some slack and come out of dark for its celebration. Point our heart to the right direction and pamper our eyes with sweet decoration as we smile for agonies recession and purging of emotion. And when you are up there in the rooftop, before lighting the crackers with caution , take a moment and allow yourself inhale that fresh gush of air in circulation and let go of the pain like a bad hallucination. Remember light triumphs darkness. Each diya for each suffering. Happy Diwali.

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Everyone just loves the recipe of brewing Truth with a pinch of lie

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The breakup point when "He cries" and "She laughs" is easily ended with a note
" How immature! " .. Peculiar Isn't it ?

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!!🙏🙏EXAMS🙏🙏 !!

बाहर अन्धेरा था ओर अन्दर उजाला
हाथ पे बदलती स्याही✒ मगर copy📘 पुराना ।

होठों पे खुशी कम आंखों मे नमि ज़यादा👁👁
सर् सराति थंड और टेबल् पे चाऍ का प्याला🍵 ।।

दोस्तों ये है exam का टेंशन
इसे ना मिला है कभी पैंशन ।।।


आ जाता है हमेशा हर् 6 महिने
बोलने " पढ़ता क्यूं नहीं था कमिने ।

"Best friend" फोन 📱को बोला जाता हे अलविदा
Routines होता सबका अपना अपना ✍✍।।

दोस्तों ये है exam का टेंशन
ये कभी नहीं चाहता पैंशन ।।।

अब कौन भुला पाएगा प्यारे गद्दे को 🛏
ब्रेक के टाइम हमेशा बोलता कि तू सो 🛌 ।

पर जब जाता exam , तो आता उसका भाई result
उसका शक्ल हि बनाता हमको capable adult ।।

दोस्तों ये है exam का टेंशन
यही देता हमको पैंशन ।।।👨‍🎓👨‍🎓

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Cautious Brain VS Gambler heart

BRAIN :- Choosing that path will trigger process of dying 😓😓

HEART :- ' The heck ! Let's try once more .. its worth trying 😎😎

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Masked underneath


(On the eve of the one of the heart stopping incident -- 26/11)

Who can forget those days
Hands closed .. everyone prayed

It was the terror attack in Mumbai
Center of attack . TAJ , NARIMAN , OBEROI

Why this cruelty? Why give pain ?
This hatred never gives any gain

Many mother's got special gift of tears
Getting their loved ones gears

Why not stop this bloodshed
And lift the hatred which has been painted

Distribute flowers which blossom
Instead of guns which are fearsome

Why not spread love together
Instead of snatching lives from each other

People say ...
Everything is fair in love and war
But living peacefully has it's own charm

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COLLEGE STORIES

Normal days ...
Sleepless nights and endless thoughts
No tension about what we are getting taught

Mystery that how the day ends quickly
Lazy to fresh even if body feels sticky

Dreaming to read for the exam
To avoid last minute cram



Exam days ...
Sleepy nights and one track thoughts
Crying for notes of what were being taught

Sad for why the days are not ending quickly
Always impulse to bath when hands get sticky

Desperately trying to pass exams
By relying on the last minute crams

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तकदीर नै भी क्या ऐ खेल रचाया ..

जीवन का कानुन किसने हे माना ।

क्या गुल खिलाइ हमारी तकलिफैं ..

जिसने बना डाला आपको शौहर और मुझे शायर ।।

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Pity .. that fate made us change our path
U chose to become the saint .. making me evil

Unclear that.. was it heavens blessing or the hells wrath ..
Which gave u the ring of Angel .. whereas I chose the ones of devil

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