Towards Light

When life is tough, it hurts,
And that's an old story,
When the fight is over,
No matter who won,
Those who are dead,
Have a divine glory,
You know their value,
Know their valour,
Know what the chose to be,
Life is no different,
You have to fight sans death,
Keep the courage,
And that's an old story...

Cliche lines, daily quotes,
Have turned now grey and hoary,
My love was blind & yours was missing,
My heart bled all and I was broken,
I felt so low, devoid any glee,
My eyes unfocused, mind wanting to flee,
Same words as before, same do they mean,
So I say skip the past, for that's an old story...

Old is gold, rare moments come,
When this line fails to stay true,
It's actually tarnished, demoned and lone,
The old only remains fit,
To pave the path for a life new,
Keep trodding, and feel the fear,
Of the unknown future, what it has,
And know that it is better, than the lovely pain,
The past has reminded, time and again,
Hold on to the lessons, and forget the tears,
What else to say, that's an old story...

Think of advancing, like a baby ignorant,
Along the time, as it goes,
From darkness to light,
From moments to ages,
From blissed to blessed,
From agony to blossom,
From night to day,
From seconds to time,
From me to us,
From you to thee,
From race to trots,
From trails to paths,
From life to love,
And from fury to fear, overcome though,
From reading to feel,
From freedom to freed,
From vanity to sane,
Which I hope you'll be,
And I as always, as abrupt it may seem,
Say goodbye now, with this old story...

Knowing The Lies

This is for the people(the "you") who often think low of themselves and have a low self-esteem(because I used to be such a person, and now am quite the opposite(too much, I think sometimes)), thinking they are not good enough for anything, just because the world(the "I") thinks so... This is for them, to be read with their own eyes; this is for them, to realize the lies... So never forget, that you're the best, and will always be, even after your heart rests...


You're a failure, a blot on life,
Good for nothing, barely alive,
With nothing but a mind,
Prone to break the bounds,
And nothing but a soul,
Still valuing honesty & hating the foul,
So you're good for nothing,
Should be hated for being so able & human,
You are dead already or should die,
For you're a failure, and that's a lie...

Your opinion is never right,
You are no worthy of your space,
What you think is facile and bleak,
Vague and smaller, than the useless dew,
Whatever you may say, original and new,
Is fit to be refuted, thrown in the queue,
There's still time for you,
To go away from other people's lives,
To a dungeon of loneliness apt,
And I'll know you're worse than I think you're,
If you still believe all these lies I say corrupt ...

You seem to forget your value,
So you should know you have none,
You're just another tongue in the crowd of dogs,
Basking oblivious, sans reason under the sun,
You're born to die, so why try to live,
Bearing all pain and shedding vanity,
Holding to morals, in this world so glib,
I'll never be happy, when you come to know,
What I think is inconsequential, you could've stolen the show,
Now fall apart please, to never rise again,
And if you fall further, it'll be no surprise,
You've chosen not to believe in yourself, but to trust only lies...

A Memory

I remembered those days,
When we were still friends,
Lying in my bed and wondering,
Why did you come yesterday night,
After aeons so long in & as my dream,
Reminding me you live, yet again?

The memories of those days, although a few,
Came rushing by, while thinking of you,
The wrong was mine, but an also also is there,
Lurking somewhere in the realm,
But you refuse to believe it,
And I refuse to lie; we're deadlocked for life.

I felt in my trance,
In my mind & heart somewhere,
You reside still as a happy memory,
Never to be realized again as a friend even,
But never to leave, be it war or sorrow,
As suddenly coming in my thoughts today.

Confused I am, and who would be not,
When the one you know no more,
Comes into your dreams one fine day,
Like a tumultuous ocean, both alive & dead,
Trying to change all you forced yourself to believe,
The ignoble lies of the years before?

Though an imprint won't be left forever,
Of that kink in that reality now straight,
Time will take it again, as it has healed before,
The wait will pain, but in paucity no more,
I'll just pray you be happy, with every glee sans any gloom,
In your life away from all strife, with a lovely future sure to bloom.