Solace in words

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.