Sometimes we choose a difficult path only because we feel that to attain important things we need to choose a difficult path. We think that it’s important to punish ourselves, but why can’t we choose a simple path ? What’s wrong with that ? Especially when we are not ready to face that difficult path.– Dear Zindagi
The major achievement in life is discovering yourself
I started writing few years ago,
not because I wanted to pursue it,
but to let out the pain and ease myself amidst my haunting thoughts.
“Do not show what you really are“
“Fake it!“, were the sentences people pasted on my face,
’cause apparently hiding the truth was the ‘new cool’
HIDE- ’cause you need friends,
“Who is going to befriend me if I cry out my desires and thoughts?“
“I don’t want to be a crybaby, or a narcissist“
I tagged my qualities with the worst words I could find,
so as to only HIDE.
The actions were to fit in,
to squeeze in the line where thousands stood waiting,
to get what others wanted.
“Did I want it?”
‘It’ was the missing piece,
the one I thought was the one which others had,
but why was I not happy when ‘It’ landed my hands?
I was getting lost in the maze of my thoughts, when a door emerged between the walls,
so I ran towards it, opened and stepped out,
not thinking for a second,
if this is what ‘It’ is.
If I had,
I would not have surrounded myself with the plethora of magic in hand.
In continuation of The Dreaded Desires: Crashing At His Place
Next morning Myra had a bad hangover. Her hair were frizzy and she was trying hard to get her out of the bed. Roy came to her and handed her a glass of water along with an aspirin. Looking at his bare chest she forgot her migraine for a while and stood up on the bed to give him a quick kiss for his sweet gesture.
As soon as she came to his face, he turned towards the cupboard of his room.
“You have 30 mins to get ready. Here, take this. I need to go to work so you need to hurry up” he tossed her clothes over to her. His rude tone reminded Myra of her physics professor she never used to like.
“Can we not just stay a bit longer, it is so cozy here”, she stood from the bed as she slid her T-shirt over her head and started walking in the direction of Roy.
“Last night was the best night of my life”, she hugged him from the behind such that her breasts were smashed to his bare chest.
Every night at 12, I lie down in bed.
Tick Tock Tick Tock..
I count sheeps starting from 1 but ending I don’t remember well.
I stare at the sealing,
I stare at the walls,
I lay down still with no motion at all.
But every night at 12, I forget one thing,
it takes me 4 hours and 30 mins to sleep.
47, 48, 49, 50.
You can’t sleep, can’t you?
Tossing and turning in you bed,
You think about those times,
the one that went wrong,
where you shouldn’t have said what you said,
or you shouldn’t have done what you did.
You recall all the faces,
the one that looked you with scorn;
the one with the pity in their eyes;
and the one who think you are shy.
You think about that girl with soft hands, reaching for your shoulder,
the one with sweet voice who innocently asked you if you okay,
when she saw you sitting in a crowd crying.
You repent not looking at her innocent face, as you turned away.
You still have the guilt of the escape,
when you wiped your cheeks, stood up and left that space.