Lessons of Life (LOL)

Oh! The possessor of the blue throat, You are the most elegant dancer, A fearless warrior to note, And the most passionate lover, No one can love me true, But only you. Down to Earth, you've always been, Slash opening my cocoon of dismay, And letting the glad me be seen, Yet, "I'm just a normal person," You always say, My butterfly of elation flew, Only because of you. Girls pray to you patiently, To acquire a lover like you As you always give your devotee, What she wants. I know, it's true, Sunshine of every day brand new, Is also given by none other than you. And then, there is me praying, And asking you, yourself, to be my lover I'm forever chanting and saying, "None can be like you. So, marry me!" However, I know it can't be true, But, I want to marry only you I know you won't descend down for me, And your Holy Family will seethe with anger But I trust your protection over your devotee, I apologize, b...

A Ballad I saw my own future With a scar at it's face Who came as a Harbinger My life who would trace Just before my eyes. "You've cried endless nights," Said my Harbinger to me "You've outgrown terrible fights" Again it's scar I could see, As it sat, just before my eyes "You've had untoward moments That create this scar for me to capture You've faced everyone's disagreements And now you see your future Right before your eyes" "And even though you see me You don't know what I hold Lovingly or truthfully the story has to be told" It smiled before my eyes "Your life has been a nightmare But I'll make your dreams come true Full of honesty, love and care success is what I hold for you" And it turned to glitter and got dissolved in the skies.                                                             ...

He drinks all the agony, And every pain for me, He is my dear daddy! He hugs his suffering, To see me beautifully growing, How sacrificing is my daddy! He ignores each of my blunder, Why does he do that, I wonder, How forgiving is my daddy! And I know whenever I'll tumble, He'll save me with his hands so humble, How protective is my daddy! However, he won't show so easily, everything that he does for me, I love my dear daddy!!!

I lay down on the lap of my blesser Without a care, I chose to relax, With my anxieties turning lesser I can feel it as my sadness cracks I've  done my each deed And borne all the sorrow planned for me I've  suffered because of my greed But now, I am liberated and free  As my broken wings of Salvation Were being repaired by my creator So perplexed for years was his creation The world had treated me no better But soon my wings were fixed And it was the time to fly back to God The worldly me had a feeling ...

Sometimes you just want something but you don't know what it is. Sometimes you feel low but you are not aware why. I feel the same, at the moment. I am a teen so people say that I am just having my mood swings. Isn't it easy and congenial to just state that the teenagers act that way because of their age? Very rarely does anyone understand that they are going through a transformation and their feelings are as genuine as any other species on Earth! They are stuck in a dilemma difficult to fight. They are kids, with soft hearts but they are expected to act mature and enter the heartless world belonging to the adults. The world of adults is an area where terrorism, robbery, massacres, cheating and what not, have become daily occurrences. Oblivious to others feelings, people can be seen lost in their own petite agony of lust and greed. One can't trust anyone completely and you never know when you fall in a trap! Not to forget the worst part about their world. It is that none ...

I've always grown in the desire of becoming the best of the best sellers. Too ambitious and dreamy, many might say but making big goals leads you to your full potential I believe. Several people have contributed  to giving the immature vision of my eye, the spark of desire. My mother was the one who embedded the seed of love for English in me. She introduced me to the language, and shook my hands with it. At first, it petrified me for my newly found friend was difficult to comprehend. But as any other friendship, that of mine and English developed to be only stronger over time. I soon cultivated the habit of writing too, because of my mom. I give myself the credit of letting the seed, sown by her, grow. I wrote almost daily accepting my mom's challenges and competing with her for writing different pieces. She would pretend to lose to give me encouragement, most of the times. The seed had become a seedling already. My mother had toiled the field around the seed. It grew furthe...

I am the kind of a person who believes in the things that are mostly invisible. I believe in love, hate, care and my Almighty. Nope, I am not emotional! I also believe in the invisible air around us, just like the Branch of Science. My craziness would turn visible in the next line but I still chose to state it. I believe that a voice resides in my heart and it belongs to my Almighty. I can actually feel his Eternal vision taking care of me merely through his protective stare. He, my Lord, has thrown situations my way which prevent my heart to fall in the prey of the beast that lives inside of me. My God shushes the beast down each time it tries to arouse. My Lord pushes me in circumstances that allow me to gain a lesson of life. Nothing can hurt me until He wants it to. Through the incidents that make me cry, My Lord indicates me to turn stronger. Every time a tear flows out of my eye, it takes away with itself an amount of fear and pain that my heart overflows with. Every teardrop...

The time was 3 AM, but none of her friends were so. The hour was quiet and peaceful but her mind wasn't. The moment was new, optimistic and freshly-picked from a pristine day unlike her life.  She tossed in her bed, sleeplessly. She was in the inescapable clutches of helplessness. An inevitable chaos had captured her mind.The teen wanted to experience being over joyed but the desire had remain confide in the fact that she had responsibilities. Those responsibilities which had become a cage containing joyous feelings and prohibiting them to reach the girl. She had tried her best but couldn't reach her goal. she was stuck in a pointless struggle to satisfy others and fulfill the social obligations.  Faith was gradually departing , confidence had held it's hand telling her that they won't be there for long. English Literature was her only passion, her only cause of survival, but it too didn't show signs of permanent residing with her. She couldn't figure out whi...