Solace in words

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'.