Spoiled Brats

I am amazed to see people taking pleasure by torturing others. I really wonder of what kind of fiber they are made. They love to tease old people who are wearied and weakened by time and age. They are so called aristocratic dictators who rather than faking to be the followers of great should be licking the asses of people like hitler and stalin. Surely they are the true bearers and descendents of them. The most questionable is the behavior of their parents who forgets about their duties and let their spoiled brats become pests. They forget that they will be facing the same situation in near future and that soon they will be old and wrinkled and even if they are by chance saved by the horrid fate of other oldies. They have to face the wrath of nature. As it is a well proven fact that whatever you do in this world it reverts and come back to you.

                      But as we all know nothing seems to have any effect on these hard skulls because in flesh they are humans but from inside they are worst than the devil. And they feel proud about it. Well I really wish that there do exist a hell and after death they get a chance to live in their real home, where they really belong.

Comparisons

Benchmarks were set.

The moment my first step was set.

Comparisons were made.

As If I am a commodity of trade.

Every other person,

Seemed better than my person.

I rushed to change myself

Instead I stumbled over.

Fell from the “hope tower.”

Now I see how right they were.

That all I am is girl of blunders.

Wrong doings and devastations

Destiny...

What is destiny?

We ask often,

To ourselves and to eachother.

But what is it?

Does anyone knows?

We leave the road taken.

we part ways once chosen.

we hush the heartbeats.

we rush to forgetfulness.

just because we think.

just because we assume.

that it never meant to be.

but do we understand?

The word love or destiny?

So here is the truth,

That remains unrevealed.

Destiny is the bridge,

And love is the cement.

To reach out to the one,

Who turned upside down.

Entire world only to love you.

Only to be with you.

As the world sings.

as the world sings,

and people celebrates.

i remember you,

hugging me tight to yourself.

making me feel so loved.

making me feel so special.

every dream of mine precipitated,

in one look of the twin world of his eyes.

but the stars above me,

were not happy,

to see me happy.

so they decided to end.

all that i ever loved.

the unimagined happened.

he became a perfect stranger.

and i became a perfect loner.

the kiss

In the busy crowd.

Surrounded by the voices.

I had my dream walking.

Hand in hand,

The reality was fantasy.

And fantasy was reality.

But few moments were -

More magical than the magic,

More beautiful than the most beautiful.

It was when his arm curled around me.

And his lips kissed mine.

The quiet and love wrapped us,

That is the moment alone.

Among the many,

 embedded deep in my heart

The Bee Effect

                                                 




Just like a bee that flies and sits in the womb of a flower to extract honey, my mind too settles in the womb of my memories and extracts happiness that transmutes into a smile. With it there is a whisper of a word “beautiful”. This word “beautiful” comes to my mind because in the tragedy of my life I have come forth as a new person who is proud of herself for taking the courage to deal with her life alone. I remember myself to be a girl who used to be scared with almost everything.  Then suddenly finding my life’s support in others and now abandoned with everyone I found the real “me”. and this meeting with “me” has been really satisfying. And with the experiences gained I have come to know that I am the most beautiful human being who is a good friend, great lover and an amazing daughter. And all of this is achieved by me with no outside support. So looking back at the wars that I waged with the world I feel like winner. I have nothing but this nothingness has given me chance to know me. There will be downfalls and tears as they are the part of life but the most empowering thing is that I am going to be the Captain of the ship of my life. The storms will come and it will try to wreck the ship of my life but I will save it. I will put the anchor of undying faith in the seas of sorrows and steer my ship to safety.  

The Change

Yesterday sachin made his hundredth hundred and I did a message that no other shweta in this planet had ever done. A girl who always goes against the tide and who lives in extremes, surrendered finally before the powerful force called “the change”. She accepted her defeat and let the God triumph over her downfall. The heavens are celebrating and toasting after breaking the backbone of her hopes. Oh, I am drifting apart from the main thing- “that message”. Let us say that “that message” was a final adieu to her past life. A life which was the source of her living. A life which was in real unreal. She finally understood that she was trying to hold in her fist something which was long gone and is adding miseries to the one she love the most.

                            

                     But after what happened yesterday, is she going to stop dreaming? Is she going to stop hoping? No, never, even if it is going to cost her entire existence. She is going hope that one day the clouds of sadness will go away and the sun of happiness will shine over her. She is going to hope that the birds of dreams will chirp again on the branches of her imaginations and that her wishful acceptance of life will glide away the shadow of gloom that now looms large on her face.