I Still Run
I still run, and run from my responsibilities,
Still messed up are my priorities,
Still wasted are my abilities,
Still full of anxiety, depression and insecurities.
I still run, and run from my fears.
I am now also a reason for others tears.
I am now transparent grinding for years and years.
I now just glug and glug with no reasons for ‘cheers’.
I still run, and run from the truth.
I am living life like pulling a tooth.
I keep missing my targets no matter how I shoot.
Karma is biting me hard for my sinned youth.
I still run, and run from the past.
I am the one who has crumbled and is turning to dust.
It was me who couldn’t jump, the gap was never vast.
Life is a race, the winner is the one who lasts.
I still run, and run not from the better me
But from the fake person who is the real me.
Maybe I am bound to suffer just to be happy.
I still believe it’s how life planned it for me.-
GUM HU
Gum hu, kahi gum hu.
Muskura raha, par gumsum hu.
Kya dhoondu, uske talash mein hu.
Gum hu, ha main gum hu.
Haara hu, zindagise haara hu.
Akela hu, par khudka sahaara hu.
Kya kahu, kuch kehne layak nahi hu.
Haara hu, khudse hi haara hu.
Zinda hu, afsos zinda hu.
Sthir khada, bina pankhka parinda hu.
Kyu jiyu, maut se poochna chahta hu.
Zinda hu, mar marke zinda hu.
Lekin khush hu, dil se khush hu.
Shoonya bhi hu, anant bhi hu.
Kya hai moolya? Moolyaheen hu.
Phir bhi khush hu, mann se khush hu.-
No More.
No more will I bear pain.
Or try to act like someone sane.
Smiles will be faker.
Transactions will be under the table;
Call me Undertaker.
No more will I live for others.
Or bother myself with others' bothers.
Money will no more fold.
My history will remain a mystery;
A story untold.
No more will I relive my memories.
Or try to charge myself with batteries.
Reality will be my dreams.
Drinks will be on the house in my own house;
Glasses filled to the brims.
No more will I lie to myself.
Or collect trophies of failure on my shelf.
Tears will be only for joy.
And I hope that she cries, those tears of joy;
For she made me a man from a boy.-
Seed
Darkness, maybe an art of light.
But what is light without darkness?
One creates shadows, the other hides them.
One is considered holy, the other a thing to fear.
Life, however begins in darkness.
Plant or animal, a Mother will nurture
A life within Her for a period in darkness;
Till darkness has nothing more to give.
Then the life feels the warmth and sight
That light has bestowed on it for a reason;
At the same time forgetting it was darkness
And its cold warmth that had made life alive.
Maybe darkness was once ubiquitous
And it was light that invaded its space.
Maybe darkness never meant to be dark.
Maybe darkness also has a bright side
But it's just too dark for us to see.
And maybe, just like a seed, we - human,
Also need darkness for a better growth.-
It has been a long time,
No more my rhymes rhyme.
I feel like I am serving time
For living is my crime.-
Don't expect your child to suddenly turn independent when all you taught him was dependency.— % &
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LIKE HER.
Like the clouds,
She formed in the thin air
And disappeared in it.
Like tears,
She came out of eyes
And dried on the cheeks.
Like the moon,
She lighten the night
But never saw the day.
Like a rose,
She was beautiful
But time withered her.
Like water,
She flowed on the earth
And flowed in the earth.
Like a smile,
She was wide
But the lips got thinner.
Like love,
She was butterflies in the stomach
And termites in the heart.-