The smiling tears
The happy ache,
Winter with warmth,
Summer with sun,
Hands with hands,
Love, love and love,
Life of fun,
Heart gets pounded,
Smile fake tears,
Pain gain vain,
Life, love fixated,
Season cloudy gloomy,
Rush mess fuss,
Showy fancy unreal,
Heart cold feel,
But However Nevertheless,
Run ruin Race,
Pretend Act Face,
Allowed with Grace!
Till five the eyes are closed
Before that it is open
Open till each circle
The stick makes,
But sometime the eye fakes,
And shakes, takes rest,
Sometime the body takes,
A heap of lovely baked cakes,
But sometime the brain just makes,
Unusual stuffs that just bluffs,
Sometime the whole being feels like a Parvenu
Placed, attached, glued
In a very wrong venue,
But all the time, through out past, present and future…
The venue was self chosen,
The venue is right since the beginning
So many lives it is sustaining
And the question arises…
Now, the self not chosen or imposed,
The venue and the self not proportional…
Both are negtively un-dimensional
Suddenly, it is Five thirty…
The eyes are open,
The venue and the self disappeared,
Then, I wake up accepting there is not a single thing to be feared!
To read and to write,
Definitely, not a basic need,
But to know the human side,
So intricate and yet delicate,
Need becomes indebted to creative seed,
To eat and to drink,
Definitely, a basic need,
But to live a blissful life,
One’s heart must learn to suffice,
When comes a time of happiness,
One must learn to share the space,
And to cry or to laugh ,
Shake hands that are soft as well as tough,
There’s so much to take,
Even when one’s life is at stake,
Difficult to make us awake,
We, only know how to fake,
Love manufactured in our human hearts,
We are the only ones,
Responsible for fortune cookies to bake,
And make the rotten humanity a Happy Cake!
Most intelligent of All,
With computers and buildings high and tall,
We’ve exceeded beyond the Great Fall,
Living in a bubble, Assumptions of mother earth as party hall,
The forgotten fear, the limited wall,
One must open eyes,
Hours later the party ends,
The hall to be emptied with sudden Nature’s Call!!!
Could any of eveything be alright?
Will ever this life be normal?
Could the tears stop?
Will the smiles return?
For the first time, I feel there is nothing to write,
My words are faded, my words are crying,
I look at the ceiling, and in the seconds time I could be crushed under it,
They say, the plates are shaking,
But hearts are shaking, Lives are shaking…
If this shake could ever change to a delightful dance,
May be, From this May mother Earth trying to give us a last chance…
A chance to be humane,
A chance to learn to respect,
A chance to be kind,
A chance to give,
A chance to live and let live,
A chance to rise above,
A chance to Love!
Houses are just dust and broken bricks,
Temples are just a place to mourn,
Now, at this time, exactly this second,
A numb feeling exists in everyone’s hearts,
And I wonder why would people create bomb bards,
In a world, where nature’s bombs are ready to lunch, ready to hunt…
Foolishness prevails, thar’s why we wail!
Death awaits everyone,
May be now, he is also tired, tired of himself,
Earth awakes everyone,
Certainly, she is angry now,
Death must follow Earth’s rule,
Untill she is rested and cool!
No one is to blame here,
Nothing but just to Fear,
Fear the amalgamation called Dearth!
How could I have let down my life…?
I circle around the same ring; I circle around the same road
They say each day is a blessing, they say each day is something beautiful…
Well, life in such statements is just Statements!!!
My heart knows to love; my mind knows to think,
My nerves and veins are all in right places…
I am normal, a normal girl with continuous fall…
Yet there is no contradiction, there is no greed, there is no evil…
My life just does not know how to link…
Link to happiness link to perfection…
I have dealt with the death of my loved ones; I have dealt with drought…
And I have felt like Shit that melt…
The continuous torture of fear
The continuous torture of what if
My fingers only move to write…
Then to do the others they are depressed…
It’s not that I am in Lack, lack of love…
Love is there and for now that’s all I care…
But yet I think of so many things that saddens me,
But yet I think of so many laughs that brightens me,
But yet I think of so many tears that showers me,
But yet I think of so many kisses that slackens me,
Only few things I care, only simple happy ending I desire
Not for me…Not for my happiness…
It is a Selfless problem with me…
There is no send and receive…
There is no give or take…
There is no come and go…
There is no an eye for an eye…
I always tend to send, I always tend to give….
I always tend to forgive…
And the times when there is nothing to give…
No gifts to send…
No places to go…
No philosophies to comfort…
No words to write…
My life feels to descend…
Only few people I care
Only few lives I share…
And I find my lack in life…
That few things I could not do
Few things I could not say…
Few smiles that could thank
Few words that could not spell sorry
For those few I deeply worry!
Hope always follows her. It was not only a word that kept her living but a source to drive away the loss. What can be a terrible loss for her that made hope follow her everywhere she went. The terrible loss that was beyond itself. She would stand and strand herself with the saddest life she has got but she would look back for some happiness. And Hope gave her that happiness, that light.
She was a lovely person, a caring human. The wind that blows in the wrong season became the happiness for her when she a lovely, lovely person. The sense of living was felt in her smile. Anyone being near to her would be blessed with her touch. A divine being, she was. The world is filled with people gathered to themselves, but when she gathered to herself, something changed in the Air. She was denying but she could change something in the Air.
Home could not be better without her. Home could not be warmer and cozy. She stumbled here and she bubbled there. She was happy. And she was her own life. Taken into the blissful scene, she would beautify the nature. She just could do something with the Air. It was like her hair would blow the hair of air, just something opposite. Air would get obsessed with her power to change something in it. Anything but something was there.
Dancing made her wild. To free the body and to free the mind. When she started to dance, she closed her eyes and dropped a music from her mouth. After that something came from a distance above the space, dropped to her feet like the meteor and started the music loudly. She could do just something with the Air. When she danced, she made an alternate self, her transparent self dancing right besides her. Her both self would make a right combination for companionship. She was a creator of herself.
Her eyes would even lure God to eat The Apple. Her eyelids were strong and slim. Her eyebrows were like the shapes of mountain, her glowing eyeballs were just two stars taken from the universe and fitted somehow. The lust anyone could find in her eyes were just too much majestic.
And when she would smile, she could do even more with the Air, when she spoke she made the Air faint in its way inside and out. The slow motion of her lips would attach the breath in such ways that it forgot to breathe. She just could do something with the Air. She could tranquillize the air and make Breath forget to Breathe.
Her heart was of an enormous size. Like the television box would fit into her heart. Heart of heaven, she had. The pumping of blood through her heart’s veins and ventricles was like the serenity of waterfall. Her veins and ventricles, her nerves and bones were the inevitable paths to Peace.
Her body was not perfect. She was just a being who could change how the Air moved. She could make the world seem small, in front of her majestic miracle.
And suddenly the loss began to overpower. The loss to take her from heaven to hell. The loss to make her journey from heaven to hell shattering, very suffering. Like the meteor that she made drop from the universe for her music to dance, she dropped even more fast but the pain remained slow. But still she could do something with the Air. She did, but the pain slowed even more. Her enormous heart just shrank like the airless balloon and she just could not stay up in the Air, she dropped to hell just like the light drops to earth from the sun. Her star like eyes closed because of the force. Her majestic body freeing dance incarnated to be a stone, rock like stone. Her fall became even more quick, very fast and very much furious. But the pain was nothing but very serious and slow. Her hair did not flow anymore, rather it breaded itself like three snakes cuddling each other. Her smile, simple and serene ruptured into scream, vicious and vast. At that point, she just wanted to look back at Hope and make her land at least; even it is hell, land or anywhere. But Hope like others did not leave her, he gave her a Light and before she could land, She just Forgot How To Change Something In The Air!