I was hanging to the dot of a question mark,
Of a never ending question,
"Is life really hard?"
I closed my eyes,
Enough hard not to see anything,
But darkness all around.
In my self made restrictions,
I was bound.
I felt a soft jerk,
A gentle pull,
By someone with small hands.
I wake up and looked back and found,
My childhood was trying hard,
To pull me back,
From so called adulthood and maturity
Which I adopted unwillingly,
But conditionally.
I released the dot as I realized,
The very famous lines by Shakespeare,
"All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;"
Finally I decided my character,
To live it the way children do,
As I liked it,
Independent and joyfully,
Who talks to stars, moon and clouds,
Plays with trees, grass and air,
Fly with birds singing Hakuna Matata,
This is how happiness keeps him busy,
Wow! life's so easy.-
Every one has their different world.
But,mine is the best.
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Our sufferings
are equivalent to our desires.
And so,
When I was six,
I usually sold all my sufferings,
For a rupee coin.-
She checks on her brotha's profile,
Each time she opens YQ,
She stays there for a while.
After finding nothing new,
She, quietly goes back,
But this time,
you'll find a piece.
In hope of a smile on your face.
And yeah! Don't worry kiddo,
Your brotha is all fine,
And he's back.-
शब्द, याद और अहसास,
अनंत तक साथ चलते हैं।
ठीक उसी प्रकार,
जैसे माँ चली गईं,
मगर उनकी चूडियां,
आज भी खुली दराज में,
कर रहीं हैं इन्तजार,
उनके लौट आने का,
उनकी थपकियाँ को आज भी,
सम्हाल कर रखा है,
मैनें अपने गालों पर,
ताकि नींद की गोद में,
सो सकूँ जैसे कभी,
माँ सुलाती थी।-
Quote:
"No one loves you more than you love yourself"
Correction:
There's someone who loves you
more than you love yourself
(also more than they love themselves!)
(Unconditionally)-
To the child,
without parents
or not the good one,
neither you nor the world is bad.
It was your childhood,
which was a
nightmare,
that still frightens you!-