Lessons of Life (LOL)

As the first drop of sun Poured down from the fluffy clouds, It was the time to spread my wings and fly off without a doubt.  All the birds twitched their tails As they prepared for the flight And one by one they soured high in the sky, But my wings were coiled tight. I was different from them all, 'Injured' as they called me. So, couldn't I fly I asked mom, "Was I going to live differently?" And all the birds did come, They flocked around me, Some mocking some grieving But none could help, absolutely no body. I didn't want any tears, Neither any mocking, It was simply my fate, My path on which I was walking. I did surrender once, With agony, distress and despair, Without any independence, any freedom, Why always with tender care? Why was I treated that way? Always so differently! By everyone except my mother Who has her faith in me.  She made me do everything,  that other birds did independently, So couldn...

Circulating fan. Dim lights. Silent air, And a knife. "I want to die. I cant take it anymore!", says she, "But, I don't want to end up in this suffocating room! I want to taste nature before I leave. I was born out of it, I'll die with it!" And, she steps out of her house, into the bright, soft sunshine. Slowing walking, and expressionlessly observing. She carefully crosses the road as she wants to have the sole right to kill herself! With her knife in her pocket, she heads to the park which was blessed with unfrequented visits. She takes the mere bench there and tries to relax. Three deep breaths and a long sigh. Hovering butterflies. Bright sunshine, Fresh air, And a knife. "I want to die. I cant take it anymore!", says she "Okay, I think it's the right time." One last time, she stares at the beauty of the nature, unnoticed by most due tot he fast life of today. The glimmering pond, and happy flowers give h...

During the 16th Century, there existed the most successful reign of the Mughal Dynasty, Akbar's reign. The just ruler made it a point to have the features of peace, prosperity, and  religious tolerance amoung his people. Always, he tried to appoint the best people to his court so that his regime could be served well. One day, Abul Fazal, the most important courtier of Akbar's kingdom, put forward the idea of 'Taswir' or paintings before him. While he described it as a magical art, murmurs went around the court, criticizing the new development as any ordinary person is expected to do. However, a king as accommodating as Akbar, never loses any chance to rise about the ordinary. At once, he accepted this beautiful idea with much courtesy and told him to capture in those colourful strokes, the glimmering concepts of Mughal life. To shush down the critics, he ordered Abul Fazal to showcase a sample of 'Taswir' soon enough in the next Royal Meet, and the ...

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.