Solace in words

In the journey of life, you have to walk, whether alone or together. You can't run away, neither can you walk too fast. Or else you'll miss the journey's muse. Enjoy your walk, face happiness with a smile and obstacles with boldness. Make it a walk that everyone will remember.

I want to climb a tree. I don't want to care what people think about me. Only if I could. The cruel world won't let me. But I'd love to change it for good. Only if you are with me, the citizens of today and tomorrow. I wish we could abate all the sorrows. Only if we hold hands and stand together for right and against wrong. But the sad reality is that nobody cares, everyone is busy in their own fight. I'd love to tell you how things have been. Only if I could, and you'd let me.

Life has faith in life, For there's nothing else to dwell upon, A farmer has faith in the rain, Or his hard work would go down the drain, A cheetah has faith in his speed, If not then there is nothing for the meal, The child down your lane feels strong because, He has faith in what the energy drink commercials say, Men believe in  a mighty illusion called god, Something that the human race is afraid of night and day, The greenery has faith in what the humans promise; To stop killing trees, even if it's not true, They have a reason to go on, Every creature in this world, Has faith in something, Whether a fact or just imagination, It does give them the power to succeed, A reason to live and a way to console itself.

Dark can be painful, Yet consoling, There's something about it,  Most of us don't think about, It is a fascinating truth about things,  We're afraid to try, Or try to run away from, Doing things which scare you, Will bring happiness to your soul, If you want to be happy,  You need to go through the sadness. After all, to get a rainbow, You need to go through the rain,

Try, it's not all about winning and losing. Sometimes it's about learning. Look at all the facets of the world, they didn't become successful overnight. Even the best drivers have got their cars towed. Give what your art asks for. Make success your goal, not your hobby. At least try, it's not all about winning and losing.

Don't be afraid of death, It has to strike you one day, Being afraid of death kills you everyday; Piece by piece, cell by cell, As if you are half dead already, There is no fun in hanging halfway down the cliff, Either pull yourself out of it, Or fall in it, Pulling yourself out will introduce you, To a you that no one ever knew existed, While falling in it will only bring you to a painful end.

You never know when peace turns into agony. Who knows maybe the last time you can talk to a person is now. No one knows what will life give you, who will you end up to be. The person you laughing with is your friend or god knows foe? The toddler's crying uncontrollably, what is into pieces? Segments of glass or a mother's heart? Just like Frost's two roads everything is uncertain in life. Don't overthink about the future and live in the moment for you only live once.

What is the nation’s call? What does it want from all? Something once Gandhi dreamed of, sanity. Sanity is the nation’s call, Something not very expensive for all Poor nation is crying today,  Screaming for help in any form, Have we become so deaf in the fight of reaching heights  That we have forgotten where we stood up from? Mother India; the guardian of all,  Don’t worry we won’t let your pride fall. People may forget to take care of you,  But don’t worry your saviors are here right beside you.  Yes, we the youth will become the nation’s guide. Swachh Bharat Abhiyan is our goal,  And we shall fulfill it, The entire nation allied, I am sure these rays of hope won’t fade, All problems of hygiene and sanitation will soon abate, And we all together will fight for hygiene and sanitary rights. We shall be the change we want to see, a clean and green India;  Reaching the zenith of successful heights.

The huge rocks of hues falling down, She couldn't dodge each one of them, But she tried, She got hurt and even cried, But all you could see was her bold face, Racists called her black,  Sexists labelled her as weak But it didn't affect a single cell in her trunk, Bounded by the nature's rule, But her intelligence stood out, Mission impossible, Better said than done. Her stronger side was Yet to be exposed. She worked harder,  Even more than she thought she could. People discovered a new 'her', And now you could see that spark in her eyes. Her cards turned from the fear of her diligence, The world started to feel that sudden change, After so much of determination, painful nights,  failure, labels and comments,  she won! It was her hard-won victory, Now the world could see her leading the entire aphid army; The swarm of ants. She could not express it in words, For she didn't know

Life is a journey. Either enjoy it to the fullest or keep cribbing about it. Make memories or faces. Live in the present or keep worrying about the future. Be yourself or someone you aren't. Play in the streets or keep restricting your feet. Make your own choices or let people make them for you. It is all upto you, how you want your life, your journey to be. Nothing's perfect, not even the actresses in the movies. Make the most out of the loopholes in your life. They will teach you things no one and nothing else can.

Don't give up so easily, the best is yet to be. Look at a tiny bee, she took so long to build her hive on the tree. It fell off, got blown away. Yet the bee stayed and tries to put back its tiny pieces. Life may give you tough times, but hold one, it will end. It eventually has to,in this world nothing is  permanent, once said a clever gent. Cherish the good moments and take lessons from the bad ones. Take inspiration from the strength of a stone and boldness of a crow. Ignore the comments that people might throw. Don't give up so easily the best it yet to be.

The day I killed myself, I was no longer me. I didn't care anymore what ever people thought about me . I no longer felt the need to fulfil their whims and fancies. They said "you would never fit in" as if it was a sin. But it didn't matter anymore to the new me. After all if you are meant to stand out, you can't blend in. Now I could see the difference between right and wrong. They think I'm still weak, but I'm stronger than their imagination. I am not the same old me. The day I committed suicide I promised myself to never be the old me, to always follow what's right to me. I'm not the same old me. copyright content,copying of content is legally punishable, however copying or publishing of the content can be done only through permission

Painted white with a blank face, watching people walking through subways, discussing the ways of Hemingway. I contain so many secrets, so many sorrows, so many people wishing for a thousand tomorrows. Watching people praying for peace, I join them with ease. Smokey rooms covered with patches of blacks and blues, I've seen those burning shoes. Another cold night covered in dew, people wrapped in blankets watching the taming of the shrew. The house is booming with music, the master's back and the dog happily plays with his chewstick. Old momma is baking cake for her son Smith, he'll be back home when the clock strikes six. Those children in the classroom passing chits, promising each other to share their chips. The little girl gulping down the milk, in hopes of getting that new cadbury silk. I watch all these astonishing scenes everyday, they contain all the love and affection but there is noe for me for I'm just a ceiling.

Let me laugh, let me cry Let me explore, let me try things may go wrong but it will build my experience sharp and strong. Let me dream swimming in the deadliest stream. Let swing as if I have the fairy's wings. Let me aspire finding myself a blue sapphire. Please just let me who I am and who I want to be, for my dreams are big and goals are high, even higher than the mighty sky.

"The hateful rattling would soon come to an end",  Prayed the tiniest thought at the back of my mind,  But unfortunately it didn't. People kept on bickering,  Life counts kept on decreasing. There was confusion, chaos,  And chickened bodies everywhere, Riots were the worst  Part of a society; For people exploited themselves and their rights, Someone's health and someone's wife, Innocence kept at stake, The entire country is in a bad shape. Fumes of anger and burning buildings Too adamant to cool down, It was the fight for their own clan; Their town, Quick-paced thumping, Shining sweat beads and a dozen gunshots, Nothing was able to bring it to a halt. This is what happens when  A riot bolts down the delicate lanes of a nation.

Hustling and fighting through the crowd, to get the desired one. "Where is it"? Are the words that escape from your lips. A frown settles on your face, going insane finding that one you need. Shuffling through each row, each section of the store, Thud! One of them fell on the floor, Giving everyone an apologetic smile, you pick it up and put it back on the pile. "Giving one last try wouldn't do any harm" you talk to yourself; making the lady next to you chuckle. After searching so much you give up, disappointed as you make way to the exit you see a shiny cover, with colorful eye-catching flowers,"yes" you shriek! You found the one you need, happily as you make your way to checkout, thinking about your mood few moments ago, and lo! Life is definitely an irony. You push away your thoughts and move due to the anger of the old grumpy man standing out, after all everyone wants to enjoy the book fete rather than just a random mall.

The thesis of life is not written just yet, it has to be imagined, plotted, edited and then finally written, but there is a lot to create and discover before it's finished.

What do I do?  I'll do what I want to, Something my mind does not know But my heart does, Something I may not have an idea about, But it's not illusionary, It is not cascading with success, But it isn't failing either. It's just like an ant, Trying its best to Climb the pinnacle of success, It may fall down, But it doesn't die, It's my 'future'.

Anger rushing through my mind, something which I can't hide,  But remembering that face makes me smile in grace, Tired and worn out at the end of the day, But remembering that face and the tiredness gets erased. Trying to sleep but feeling scared, remembering that face and it slows down your pace. Got a bruise on the leg, Crying in despair, the lovely face vanishes the pain away. Who is the lovely face? It is your mother, who stays with you, cares for you,  Who has sacrificed for you infinity times, who loves you unconditionally,  To whom you can never payback what you owe her with any amount of money.  Endless love, respect, and care is what she deserves.

Your words pinching my heart, Your actions ripping it apart, Your accusing me of things I didn't do. You used me the way nobody else did,  You hurt me the way I could never imagine. Thinking of you, memories stabbed my mind,  I thought you were kind,  But alas! I was so blind, Unable to see your thoughts behind. I always cared for you, Fought for you, But you wanted more, After trying so much I gave up my heart,  After all you thought  I wasn't worth you. And then you put it all on me And said 'I' betrayed 'you'.

Stuck on the ground,  Ripped apart by a nasty hound. Relations are nowhere to be found, No one to call around, Surrounded by something so similar to self But almost dead to the world, Nothing assured in life, When the wind blows,  It might take the poor thing to places it never wants to go,  But who cares to know? Having a life but can't decide where to be, Under a foot, Or under a tree, Just as it wakes up thud! Came the sound, A strong foot pressed it down. Filled with sorrows but no one to share with, Ignorance is all it gets from the world, the trees, Even abandoned by the bees, God thank you for giving me such a precious life,  But please never give life like that of grass to anyone, Not even to the enemies for grass is  as lonely as sound, stuck on the ground, Too hurt to even turn its face into a frown.

History is a story to be told, an impossible mystery for Holmes. All the successes, all the regrets in the store, follow a really long struggle for sure. Many at times it has given scars till its core, but as the time passed they became cold. One was given to my nation’s soul, which created a really deep hole and it parted the nation, though. First the Mughal then the British and suddenly we were in the prisons India and Pakistan now what they were supposed to be, two different countries, two different souls, two different forces, two different goals, entirely different at the core. Many people killed, blood trickling everywhere, it was a horrible sight in despair. Now nothing could be done, it was all a waste. Now the regrets won’t help, those who were killed have already gone their way. This made both the nations to hunch back and stay, It was all a blunder to my dismay. It has made many hearts cry, even today.

Thousands of people I meet, With a smile I always greet. Whenever I make a mistake, Sorry is the first word I'd say, And always hope for the same. But for some people, Life is just a game, Money today and tomorrow fame. They know that they are wrong, But still insist to be right, So they don't hurt their ego inside. On the road not far away from them stood a beggar once, But they were so selfish that they couldn't even shed an ounce. Always tensed about the competition of reaching heights, Counting who took how many flights. Laughing at the ones who couldn't stand where they are, But they should not forget that even a tortoise won the race from a hare. But its useless telling them, All they want is money and fame, They are the colors I can't change.

Give the girl child an opportunity and she will show you how much calibre she has.

Opportunities are just like a beehive, gone in one strike and alas! You run for life

People hated her,  Labelled her,  This and that. They said she was a retard, Too soft at heart, They even tried to throw her apart. All they tried to do was give her a tease. All she could do was cry, Holding the tears back was all she could try. They laughed at her crying face, Troubling her as if it was a craze. But for her, It was her life's worst phase. Realizing that they were wrong, Took them so long. But now, she was gone.

A place where you can do all your mischieves, Where you are the chief, Where one listens to all your grieves, Where you are free to roll up your sleeves, Where you can drink water from the bottle directly, Where you have no one but your very own family,  It's nowhere but the abode of peace.