A mother and the world

She carried us for 9 months in her tummy

protecting us from the all the badness of the world

till we could see and hear.

Then finally one day she lets us come out to the world

bearing the pain shedding blood sweat and tears

only so that we can see the world.

She is The Mother, a being who lives

strives for her kids.

Then as we grow up we drift away in the name

of growing up,

yet to that iron lady we still are kids

whom she still feels need her protection

we fight sometimes to drift away

still that heart beats for us.

She still worries if her kid ate well, slept well

She calls a thousand times to ask how

we are, we ignore in the name of being busy in meeting,

making a life, but are we truly making a life.

What is the point of life when  money cannot buy that

warmth of love of a mother.

What is the point of living thousands of miles away

if you cannot make your mother happy.

Is it worth it ! in a materialistic world

we say it is the core essence.

But where have we reached with this

we lose what is dear to us in the name of

“making a living”.

Because for a mother, her children are the world.

 

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Short Post 14

In the sea of what if’s and it could have been

A wave washed ashore

Thinking what if

the vampire is not scared of the sun

what if they hide away from the sun

not cause of death is scary

What if the sunlight would only judge them

for staying alive.

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The untold stories created a melodrama

in the pages of the book which was written inside the head.

 

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The struggle was not to die

but to die living.

The struggle was not to stop failing

but to build success upon those failures.

Struggle was not for peace

but to find chaos, peaceful.

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Short Post # 13

As the rain outside stops and the storm inside just starts;

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Happy with the illusion of happiness said the realist.

Happy with the illusion said the illusionist.

Happy with the idea of happiness, laughed happiness.

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Anger wanted to burn everything down;

heart just added fuel to it

mind just kept quite

Conscience just lite it

for sometimes demons are created not born.

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As I see the wolf dance to the tune of its solitude

the beats inside my heart plays a music

irresistible to dance in accord to it.

 

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There are isno forgiveness there is no vengence

there’s just moving on leaving aside all that hurts.

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cheers to life

Airboy89

 

 

 

 

Its just you !!!

As the rain of pain, once flooded the field of happiness,

the crop of peace was devastated.

And the farmer couldn’t think of harvesting the crop again,

thus came along another farmer who had been thru similar.

And as the winds of change slowly wooed

the first farmer to plant

seeds of happiness again in his barren heart.

It was she who made him accept the change

for he listened without a rebuttal.

For it was not the crop he cared for, but it was the hope

the energy she brought out of him

which persuaded him

to believe he is still alive n still capable of love.

Little did she know

how greatly she had made an impact on the farmer

n slowly d crop of happiness started growing..

For she was the farmer as well as the rain.

A rain which was needed. Unlike the first rain….

 

Cheers to life

Airboy89

Let the heart, ache and the mind ,break.

Let the heart, ache into an unbearable pain.

let the mind, break into a million pieces.

For all the memories , for all the laughs

let it haunt you to a sleepless day and night.

For once you have felt all the pain

shed all the tears that flowed like a river.

let the walls be raised around your heart

let the brain be protected by logic forget the magic.

let all the past experience

be a teacher rather than a  master of future.

Let pain be the motivation

let the million pieces become

bricks to rebuild, rewire, re engineer

yourself into the beast mode.

Unbreakable, unshakable.

Let the beast inside roar

with honor and pride

for the battle it has fought….

so let the heart, ache and the mind ,break……

Cheers to Life

Airboy89

 

 

Ye olde Heart…

As the moon rises in the dark sky

so does the tide of emotions which starts

hitting the shores of the heart

corroding the stones that guard

the brain from these emotional

turmoil.

The strong cringe to the pain

of sorrow begins.

The smiling face suddenly puts on a battle gear

for a battle worst than ever.

Morning light seems forever to come,

as the battle rages into the late night.

tears couldn’t bandage the damage

regret could not ease the pain

anger couldn’t bring back the happiness

prayers couldn’t change the reality.

Gallons of spirit,wouldn’t lift

his spirit.

Density of smoke couldn’t warm

the coldness that had frozen the heart

no amount of running could help

reach the destiny that the heart desired.

Then arose the monster, for

the battle continues for ye olde heart to really

become ye olde heart….

cheers to life

Airboy89

 

 

A litte bit of irony…

Value

As the sun went down,

the darkness covered the sky

and the mind, the existential question

aroused, the value of oneself fluttered

in the mind. Devaluing the true value.

The monsters inside the head

awoke with a thunder shredding

the confidence ,the optimism

into  pieces of delusion of incompetency

Then came the rush of anger

which set the value right

The value of pain

the value of perseverance

arose to the incident in form

of a smile of a fellow being

And that night

was a special night for the knight

had found his peace

in the form of a queen’s smile.

n thus he understood never to devalue

the smallest of the actions

for the universe is always beeming positivity

despite the negativity

Cheers to life