The path was simple but complex

I decided to move on and forget my irksome past,
I chose a path and started to walk fast.
My mind was still preoccupied with those miseries,
Which I forgot to shun as I left in a hurry!

I reached a fork where the path splitted into two,
One was simple and other one looked difficult and blue.
My energy was all lost after fighting my personal troubles,
So I chose the easier path to walk further.

This path looked simple, had trees and shade,
Unlike the other one which had thorns, and flowers with blades.
The path I chose atleast had some light to guide my way,
Because the other path was lightless and grey.

I started to walk on the path I had chosen,
Carrying those feelings and hopes which were brutally broken.
I focused sharply my vision to see how long the path was,
It's stretch put my expectation to a pause.

Still, I started my journey through it,
I walked all day and decided to stop by the dusk.
I was amazed to realise that there was no proper place to rest,
There were only some dried leaves and scattered husk.

I felt pretty confused then regarding what to do,
There seemed no end of that path.
Soon the weather also started changing,
From calmness towards immense wrath!

I ran towards a tree that could shelter me,
And protect me from that harsh storm.
I was not alone who wanted protection,
Slowly that place was also occupied by worms.

I felt I was as weak as a worm,
Because even I couldn't face the storm.
I opted to escape that difficulty,
Rather than to act smart and strongly.

The entire scene dragged me to my past.
The path, the storm, the worms all had meanings -
Different from their usual ones,
Like, life, hurdles and weaknesses repectively.

To fetch me more friends, some of my dear ones told me a way,
I quite resisted what they wanted me to do.
I had a reason why I couldn't accomplish their wish,
But they didn't find my reason any true.

Their method was the same as the path I had chosen,
It was maybe simple and clear but long.
It would take years to complete it,
And even then there would be no assurance that I'll emerge strong.

Perhaps they wanted me to take an easy route,
But then I would be shakening all my roots.
The difficult path is certainly more feasible,
Even though walking through it seems impossible!

Love claimed her wings

She rests on a bed made up of stems and branches,
And with the leaves making the mattress.
She lies there comfortably throughout the chilling night,
Undisturbed by anyone who could harass.

She looks up and stares the sky,
And notices the crescent moon and the stars.
She gets filled with joy,
As that view heals all of her scars.

But she was not a common girl,
She lived in solitude above the clouds.
In an accident she lost her wings,
Those wings which always made her proud.

She had a lover, who lived down below,
And every night she would descend to meet him.
But now she couldn't do so,
Which filled her with remorse and grim.

Therefore she looked towards the moon every night,
For a company quite bright.
And even the numerous stars which shone,
But unlike the moon they had never grown.

She remembers that unholy night,
When she fluttered her wings with all the might,
And descended down to meet her love,
Ever happily with her pet dove.

She met him as always in the park.
The moonlight never made that place dark.
But on that unholy occasion there was no light,
Because it was a new moon night.

She stepped on the ground and looked around,
But in immense darkness nobody she found.
In confusion, she stepped onto the street,
With the hope that she would then meet -

Him, perhaps strolling nearby.
But she couldn't find him.
Mistakingly she came in the light,
And sadly caught many people's sight.

In fear, she tried to run away from the place,
Her dove also followed her in haste.
And then she rose up in the air,
Emanating dazzling colours full of flare.

She reached the clouds where she stayed,
And rested on her bed and prayed,
That her wings should be spared,
So that she doesn't become impaired.

If someone other than her lover saw her wings,
Then she had to shed them.
She did a blunder by coming into the sight of the people,
And so she had to lose her most valuable gem.

Her wings started to burn,
And she wept because now she could never meet her love.
Her love also cried inturn,
As this message was given to him by her dove.

So, every night, she gazes the moon,
And asks him why he couldn't come that night.
She knows that even her lover is watching this moon,
Such a trivial thing makes her bright.

She had no means to reach to him again,
But her dove is still there.
Everyday it takes her message to him,
And protects her feelings from getting meaningless or bare!

She Misses Him

It isn't long since he last kissed her.
It is just yesterday when their arms locked.
She was quite difficult to please,
But he was no less to become the key,
To unlock her heart.

They met, they hugged, they loved each other.
Within days he became someone more than a stranger.
He was the one with whom she planned to spend her life,
She believed that only he could,
Satisfy her love.

Slowly and slowly their love became stronger,
And they wished to unite and couldn't wait any longer.
She also felt that no one can be as perfect as him,
With him she stayed happy every moment,
He fought all her troubles.

She was like the bud and he was the sepal,
Her belief was that with them nothing wrong can ever happen.
She was so wrong at deciding his future,
Though he never faced any serious torture,
But died in an accident.
Within fractions of nanoseconds his life came to an end.

She was told of his death the very next moment.
She rushed to that spot where his dead body had lain,
She stared at him in the hope he would get up,
But again, her expectations were in vain.
He was still.

She touched him, juddered him, kissed him,
But nothing could awaken him.
He appeared to lie in the deepest slumber,
Motionless and surrounded with blood,
How could he recover?

After seeing her love lying with patience,
She got up and left the place.
Thousands of thoughts were revolving in her mind,
Asking her questions about her love,
Which she had find -

Lying by the road, blood oozing from him,
She looked at the heaven with a grin.
And then again at him,
In the hope he will get up again,
And kiss her lips.

She reached her home back,
Quiet normally as everyday.
But that day was no more gay,
She sat by the window and looked out,
Puzzled and confused.

She started laughing and then she cried,
She herself wiped her tears and began to smile.
She became jaunty and then torn,
She appeared mad and confused,
She thought about him.

She changed her clothes and went to bed,
But got up again with eyes red.
She roared, she cried -
After realizing her man had really died.
And he would never come back.

She banged her head with the wall,
And under unconsciousness started to fall.
She rested on the floor that night.
She was still until the next day,
When the sun shone bright.

She dressed up as a bride,
She wore an overflowing white gown.
It was a special day, the calendar showed.
She was getting engaged by the evening,
With that guy she saw lying on the road.

She rushed to the Church and waited,
Her man would also come dressed like a prince.
Finally she felt, they would unite
And by the next fortnight,
She would be his wife.

She waited till midnight and then left,
Nobody came to attend her engagement.
She was totally bereft.
She decided to go to the hospital,
To take her love back.

The doctors guided her to the morgue,
Which chilled with artificial fog.
There her man lay covered in white,
She gazed at him again,
But this time her tears, even she could not wipe.

She lost her stability and cried on top of her voice,
She hugged the dead-body again and again,
The doctors had to drag her away from him,
Her madness was over the brim.

She was sent to a mental asylum,
Where she regained her original self.
So much pain had deprived her,
From ever laughing again.

Every night she asks God from her room,
Why did he do that to her?
What was the fault of her love,
That ultimately he had to leave this world.

It has been years now,
But she is still the same.
She can never improve her condition,
As she misses him.

With his death even her life had died,
She only existed without spirit.
From morning till the night,

She often stared out of the window with the doubt
That he is still alive and she could see him,
Moving somewhere in the crowd.

I'm not what I was

There was a time in the forgotten past when I used to smile.
I remember my face when my expressions were not docile.
I miss those smiles of mine which rocked my confidence,
And in no field I could see myself behind or defident.

Whenever I stepped onto the stage, I would win,
My eyes could clearly reflect my unmatched prepotence.
The fear in others could be seen when they were told,
Against whom they actually had to compete and stand bold.

I had an image full of flare and flamboyance,
And on my verdict nobody could stamp 'defiance'.
My life was once reeling and fascinating,
And everywhere I went immense comfort it would bring!

But with time I started to lose my charm.
I don't know if it were people or the careless me to blame for my harm.
I guess it was the unlucky time and the bad circumstances,
Which brought me, one after the other, doleful grievances.

I started to become aloof and indifferent,
And also haughty, callous and over-confident.
I cannot say what caused me to deplete,
But with passing time, I became used to defeats.

I lost my friends, I lost my happiness,
I lost my smiles and became sadly helpless.
I became a bird whose wings were broken,
And an empty treasure chest with the lid open.

I started changing from an elated person to a sad one,
Within few days my all exuberance was churned.
And the resultant fellow who then came,
Had no confidence and for every little thing,
It was only himself, he blamed.

He had no hope, no power to stand,
In this vast world, impeccably grand.
Those people who mocked him and insulted,
Were all encouraged because that guy never resisted.

He started losing his faith in life.
As for years, not even a single friend he could find.
He started falling after breaking into pieces,
As for him this world defined no goals or future reaches.

I'm so sad for achieving all losses after great victories,
I wish to see a happy life before I die in these miseries.
The once optimistic and victorious fellow is finding himself lost,
Because today, I've realised, I'm certainly not what I sometime was.

Misuse

I looked up at the sky,
And tried to count the stars.
I found the result coincide with,
The number of my painful scars.

I dipped my foot into the flowing water,
To know how it feels.
It felt exactly the same way as it did,
When I touched the blood of my dead dreams.

I plucked a jasmine and smelled it.
People say it smells the best.
It seemed I had known that smell before,
As my life's redolence was once like that.

I collected some scattered ash,
And tried to feel its pain.
I was so acquainted with the feeling,
As it felt I had cut my vein yet again.

I noticed some disseminated clouds,
Which were faded to grey.
I even observed some uncared wounds,
Which hoped to see another burnished day.

I saw the blot in the moon,
Which it tried to hide.
I hate when people try to conceal their weakness,
And pretend to appear even more bright.

I went to the river and stood still,
To feel the soothing breeze.
Trust me, I felt the same as if
I've seen a death and I'm about to freeze.

I saw a burnt rose in my way,
It asked so many questions.
I could only stare it in awe and say,
"Even my questions are unanswered!"

I picked up a diamond so pellucid,
Which presented immense beauty.
Wish my life wasn't rancid,
And I could also meet other people who weren't snooty.

I watched a candle for sometime,
And noticed its flame flicker.
It symbolized my unstable life,
Which is about to get over!

Yes, I've got no reason to live more.
All delights and hopes have shut their doors.
My soul is dead and I'm bruised,
Because a million times I was hurt and misused.

It rained that day

It was thundering outside
And I was freezing inside.
But the thought of seeing you as my bride,
Kept me warm that whole night.

The romantic weather,
And that peacock's feather
Which you gave me,
Made me dance a-flutter!

I dreamt about you with open eyes,
While my window pane was struck by buzzing flies.
I cuddled the cushion in my hand,
And started staring at the fan.

I thought about the day we had first met,
In a classroom when your hair were wet.
I was open-mouthed when I saw you first,
I wanted to speak to you; my patience started to burst.

Tonight's weather was so like that day,
And on a chair I comfortably lay.
I decided to look into our past,
Then my heart started to throb fast!

You tried to unlock your hair,
And that entire process I stared.
Your face got imprinted on my mind,
I could see only you and for the world I was blind!

Your talks, your chuckle,
Indeed brought in my life some new miracles.
You were exactly like a princess of the fairy tales,
Who looked pretty everytime without a fail!

Then comes our first touch,
I can never forget the way you blushed.
And then our first kiss,
So amazing was that feeling of bliss!

I held your hand and took you in the open,
Where it had been raining strong.
What happened between us then had to happen,
Because it was only I whom you belonged!

We danced to the rhythm of the water striking the roof,
And reacted to the noise of the thunder!
We sat on the thatch after the hoof,
Our all energy had tendered!

We came close to each other,
The Cupid's arrow even made her sweeter.
We locked our affection to become one,
Even the weather's dignity was shunned!

That rain of my life was the most memorable one I had,
I won her and I'm so glad.
I wanted to dream about all this again,
Her simplicity and beauty made me mad!

Another thunder juddered me,
I alighted and reached the window.
I know even she's missing me,
Because our love is not hollow!

"Sometimes it takes,
Water to kindle a fire.
Our love is at its best,
Thanks to the nature's lyre."

I'm Hurt

Some things are said with such bluntness,
That they appear sharp.
Sometimes sarcasm is carried with such politeness,
That it seems really harsh.

At times a joke is said so emotionally,
That it brings a tear.
There are cases when a fight's intensity,
Erases every shade of bold fear.

Sometimes a kiss given with all affection,
Can mean the final good-bye.
Sometimes achievements direct us to such heights,
That we wish if we could never fly!

It is not necessary that even during spring,
Every plant would bloom.
And even if you're living in happy days,
Does not saves you from again touching gloom.

Sometimes a true love can mean a bitter hatred.
Sometimes misunderstandings can widen with a pleasant word.
Sometimes a suggestion can make matters worse.
Sometimes a lubricant can make a surface coarse.

Even a song sung with rhythm and melody,
Can appear loud and uninviting.
And even if you share everything with your partner,
Can signify there is something serious which you are hiding.

Sometimes a prayer said with full concentration,
Can effectively symbolise a curse.
And even splashing some cool water on boiling milk,
Does not confirms that it wouldn't burst.

Sometimes sitting in a shade can mean,
You have no courage to face the sun.
Sometimes you can change everything,
When it seems nothing can be undone.

Sometimes a death can signify a new life.
Sometimes a victory can compel you to strife.
Sometimes being honest can end you up in trouble,
Sometimes saving someone from death can burst your own life bubble!

I'm hurt,
Because of a truth someone spoke to me.
I don't completely blame her,
As my perfection was what she intended to see.

But sometimes many things are interpreted wrongly,
And even standing in the middle of the crowd can make you lonely.
So, I feel, I shall forgive her for this,
Because her words didn't actually mean anything amiss.