A Lesson.

Amidst all the chaos,
Lies the biggest lesson of our lives.
Of how fragile can our lives be.
Of the skyscrapers turning into boxes.
Of Money turning into piece of paper.
Of Bugatti turning into a toy car.
Of college degrees turning into a souvenir.
Of Rolex watches turning into an hourglass.
Of social media turning into news bulletin.
Of medicines turning into candies.
So, everytime your head lifts up high with ego, karma makes you bow to the sky with a bell and utensils in hand.
Live with gratitude. Treasure love, laughter and life.

©ShishaChhotray

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I might not find you beautiful in the middle of a date all suited up but at your most vulnerable time when you rip your skin apart to open up your soul to me. Yes, you are beautiful.

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Are you going to choose a glowing skin over a polished brain? Or long legs over the short strides that have taken a lot of pain? Or a charming smile over a broken teeth which makes you laugh all day? Or an hour glass figure over a shoulder that soaked your tears? Or the manicured nails over those hands you held to feel alive again? If yes, then never come back to me saying that beauty is overrated because I won't be there to heal your soul and make you a less damaged man again.

© Shishachhotray

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As I walk down the road all alone back to the premise which can't be called as home, I don't plug-in my earphones anymore just to listen to the footsteps walking by, cars honking and my sobbing heart.
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Don't let social media fool you around and kill your vibe in real life. Avoid exchange of bad energies.

© shishachhotray

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For the one sided love,
I'm not looking for the answers to the questions never asked. I'm busy stealing glances at you.
My feelings will be held back forever.
I'm losing myself trying to be enough for you.
This has to stop somewhere.
My heart still hopes for the best because an ending is not the end.
I hope sometime in the next life, you complete me like the last line of a poem.



-©shishachhotray

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Every one is at least fucked up as everyone else.
Some are just hiding it better.

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God's unwanted child


They rumble through the streets with stagnated walls.
Raindrops are their guilty pleasure and happiness in increments of sunlight.
Fingers like pebbles, bruised eye-sockets and legs invisible, they wail with empty cans.
They rush with moving trains, colour-coordinate with footpaths, lay in over bridges.
Where sky is the roof, soil is the floor and wind their walls.
Their palms open skywards in solemn summons on a broken wheelchair.
In the name of God, at least we have a penny to spare.

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When Lil Wayne said- ' Be good or be good at it.' I felt that because it is way more meaningful than it actually sounds. Wow.

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Some splish and splash,
Road rash
Hide and seek,
Not afraid to speak
The broken pedals,
Gold, Silver and bronze medals
Childhood and its design.

The lost muse,
That going out excuse,
The glittery cars,
Wounds and scars,
Bunking and flunking,
Love and junking,
Teenage and its design

The nine-to-five jobs,
Unending phone calls,
Crisp payrolls,
Night clubs and pubs,
Midlife crisis and its design.

Faith and wisdom,
Some syringes and gauzes,
Revital doses,
Beautiful memories and Alzheimer's,
Old age and its design.

©ShishaChhotray

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