It hurts

Not only the glass pieces

but also an exquisite mirror hurts,

when you see yourself,
When it shows you your face uncovering the curtains…


It hurts deep !

Look at the face it shows, not the one you see.

You’ll where you are.


Second Chance

And as we grow up,

We realize that, finally we are left with handful of people, or even none around them. We are matured enough to understand that, time changes and so do people, life shows us varied situations where we are finally okay with the fact that we are parted from them because, it had to happen… just like that.
But did we ever try to stop them ?

Or  had ever given a second thought to it, that maybe.. maybe

It was our fault somewhere ?

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Have you ?

Have you ever felt like you are trapped inside your own self ? 

As if you want to cry hard, harder than ever so as the walls around you would just burst out. Begging to spend a day alone, with your self enclosed in a room, so that you can cry the whole day and drain out the pain and anger out of your mind, body and soul, and come out again like a fresh piece of flesh, ready to be take up the scars allover again. Did you ever feel like chopping yourself into pieces, just because you deserve to be punished ?

Have you ever come across such emotions ?
If you have,

then my friend, you have come across the true meaning of life, cause life was never so easy, but you did survive through the harsh faces of it.
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//will you ?

One day, I’ll lose my beauty in the encumbrances of life,

My vision will turn obscure to see you

Ears, deafened to hear your words

Voice, crazed with senility;

Will you still perceive my grace ?

Still apprise your words of solicitude to me, and 

discern my anguish ?
Will you still embrace me, when

my arms would be too feeble to hold you back ?

limbs, tender to stand with you,

Will you sit by me, then ?

Our memories of love would be perished with time,

Will you make efforts to frame new ?
One day, I’ll be in ashes,

Will you still let your heart to be a part of mine ?

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