And there are days of my own downfall,
days I fight my own demons ,
And days I lose to them …
The days I come home wounded , battered ,
Not from the valour in the war ,
But due to not putting up a fight …
The days my vision is blurred ,
And my mind a slave ,
My goals ,a sham …
And then I wonder …
Those are days when the slavery shifts ,
From that of my goals’ to that of my distractions’ .
The Lies We Live
We are all searching pieces here …
of ourselves , of the ones we love … in people , in places , in stories .
We are all hiding aches here …
of battered childhoods , of shattered hearts , of tumultuous adolescent years , of a dreary dead youth .
We are all telling lies here …
of smiles that are more painful than tears ,
Of tears that are more soothing than smiles ,
Of relationships which are carcasses that we carry ,
Of blood that has been thrust upon us .
We are all creating illusions here …
Of a fairytale that we want our lives to be ,
Of a dreamyland that invades our sleep ,
Of a world built entirely of late night conversations with strangers .
And I hope we all just gather enough strength , just enough strength
To be able to shed tears for all the pain that’s about to pierce us ,
For sometimes its not wise to smile through the pain ,
For sometimes lets just be brave enough to accept our vulnerabilities ,
After all it takes a lot of strength to let yourself burn … and then melt …
Cry and fall ,
Burn and melt ,
Into a new light ,
Into a new life !
तू क्या हारकर, जीतने को चला है?
तू क्या जीत कर, आज फिर लड़ रहा है?
– तेरी जीत क्या है? –
– तेरी हार क्या है? –
तेरी कोशिशों का
तेरी बंदिशों का
तेरे फैसलों का
तेरे हौंसलो का
– आधार क्या है? –