Lessons of Life (LOL)

So young and innocent, It was our little baby, Being tested by God, Deprived of you and me. The test was so harsh, It was for the old and wise, And, my little newborn baby, Was going through it, with his cries. You could not be there to save him, But, nor could I be. We were both separated, From each other and our baby. Walking on his all fours, And still stumbling, he went, And sat in front of the fires, So tiny yet independent. He sat there looking, With his innocent graze, At the fires of test, It was such a tough phase. It made me cry sourly, To see him this way, And you couldn't hold me, You couldn't even stay. Our baby was tiny, But, was pure and strong, Sticking to righteousness, Not going on with wrong. I couldn't help but wait, Only you could rescue our baby, And at the right time, Could you both come back to me. The baby was our LOVE, Strong yet new born, The fires were the DIFFICULTIES, Which sepa...

You are just being yourself, And that's the best thing about you. When I see others, So superficial, so cheesy, I just thank God, Because I have you. We are different, Not strange, but unique, Not like the others, We have something greater. What not has stood against us? What not has kept us apart? But, when have we ever been broken? In real sense, never is the answer. How did it sustain, I wonder and look back, And, I see two loyal people, Just being completely pure and loving. Whatever may come our way, We'll not stop trying, And, one day all odds will favour us, Because our God is with us. Thanks for just not playing, And for being so pure, You light up my life, And I love you, because, You are just being yourself, And that's the best thing about you.

I've been sitting here alone, With scars on my soul, Each one blaring it's own story. And, if you listen to them all, You will know why I fall, And never achieve any glory. One of the scars scream out loud, I'm not even a proper part, Of my broken family. Another scar chants how trivial I am, Not quite capable, It says, truthfully. And, the largest scar at my heart, Talks of my lover - my last hope, Leaving me abruptly. And when I tell my people all that I face, They say, It will be okay. How will it be, I question! Oh God, look at your creation! No one comes here to stay. It hasn't happen to them, so they don't understand, They just say, It will be okay. But, I know it won't! Never can it be! I've been scarred for life, Hardened without any love, completely. And, I've been sitting here alone, With my scars on my soul, Each one blaring its own story.

Words are your specialty, And I want them as my quality, Look how we met, Is it the reality? I've already acted clumsy, Have shown you I'm crazy, You've impressed me like none, Is it the reality? It will happen if it's meant to be, But, what if it's not baby? You are a feeling inducer, Is it the reality? I don't know how, not even why, But this feeling is making me cry, Is it the reality? Or the time to say goodbye? It frightens me, I don't want it to happen Even though you are not taken. You don't want to be. Is it the reality? Am I awaken? It's one-sided and may remain, If only I could just refrain, Is it the reality? The question gives me a strain.

Washed innocence off her face Pumped sensitivity out of her heart Defeated, fallen, and broken, Weak and lifeless she was. The situations demands so, Her God did too, Society asked for it, While, her soul cried. Her vision blurred, Her head spun , Her heart sunk, Her soul blackened. She sat there waiting, For her prolonged end, Knowing her rotten fate, Desiring to live, not to survive. Turning into a beast, A little more each day, Or adapting to her surroundings, Leaving behind her dreams.

Dad woke me up and told me to get ready as we were about to leave Chandhigarh for home. Yeah, I delayed the schedule again. It was a long car ride again. But with more steep slopes!  Nothing much happened on that journey. My brother practiced his driving skills, I was my PJs and had to even get out of the car several times and saw people staring at me of course. We remembered we left our photos at dads friends house. And I sat in my car clicking photos, missing LOLers and so impatient to get home. This trip was different indeed. I was mature this time, had a phone with myself, was quite independent and had consciousness. I captured each memory to take back to my LOLers. And I had a quality family time. Now that was some trip!

It was the "  Gaiety Hall  " . We went there and were directed to a stage hall. "Dance?" I thought. "Vaibhav!"I thought. Then a forty year old man came near our seats and tried to get the attention of the whole crowd there. "Nah, no dance"I thought. " I am the instructor and will tell you about this hall built in the colonial times." Said he. "Nah, no Vaibhav." I thought. And I giggled as Vaibhav couldn't be there anyway. I was missing my friends and LOLers a lot. I hadn't been away from them for so long ever. Anyway, so the instructor started off. He said the hall was built in 1887 by Lord Irwin. It is one of the 7 existing halls which are left from the colonial period, and it was still in use! Blah blah blah went on the man. "And now you can explore the place". Oh my gosh! I was glad as hell because I love to do these explorations! I felt exactly like a tourist! So I went off to the stage a...

As the first ray of the sun broke out through the fluffy clouds my dad was up and was trying to wake up my  brother & me too. We were too exhausted of walking up and down the lanes the previous day. So, we were determined not to  open our eyes till we really wished to. And so my dad's plan for the day was delayed again. My brother was still asleep when I got up. (My room in Shimla) I brushed my teeth, saw dad growling about how lazy we were and nodded at him. My dad was  quite  hungry and so, we...