You do what you know best, Make me miserable, Keep me tied. Continue stressing me, Till I reach breaking point. Bring out your best weapons, Keep up the torture, until you get tired. It’s my promise, I won’t complain. But remember this… One day it will be my turn, One day I will just snap, One day this volcano will burst. That day I will vent, spew the lava in me, That day you will burn, and burn severely. That day YOU don’t complain. ...
Strip me - not just of my clothes, My skin, my flesh, my bones. Look straight into my bare soul, Is it not mirror image of your own? Then what makes you think I am, Any different than who you are? Look closer and you will find, My conscience bears the same invisible scars. Yes, may be the journeys are different, Our destinations are all the same, Stop wearing these shades of prejudiced ignorance, May be I am not your enemy, may be… a friend. ...
At one point you were the toast of my life, We were to live together, together we were to die. But as it happens, life took you away from life, It felt my arteries were getting sliced off by a knife. And then you moved on somewhere, Only sometimes I called your number. You had made new pals there, Me, You forgot to remember. But I can’t really blame you, You were scaling new highs. And I felt jealous and lonely, As I fought just so as to survive. ...
I can stay another day, But what’s the point. I’ll have to fight yet again, Just to keep myself alive. I am just so tired, From this battle to survive, Make it easy for me God, Either let me, or, take my life. Being a hostage on bed, For countless endless days, Don’t I deserve a little rest, A little resting in peace? All around, I see a sea of faces, All sympathizing at my state. It makes me want to die even more, Never wanted anyone pitying my fate. ...
Dear friend, last night I got your text, Where you wrote how, “I’m one of ya best”. Well let me tell you first I appreciate that, You took sometime out to say what you said. What I didn’t like is that you took a year, To state something that should have been so obvious. You could have told me this when we last met, Or piggybacked it with your occasional “gn” messages. Or left it unsaid, and I would have understood, Because after all that’s what real friends do. ...
Sometimes I don’t want to talk, Or you don’t want to hear me out, But I can’t abandon you just like that, So, I write what I would have said, In the hope that you will read, And understand, that behind this egoist, Is a fragile person who is afraid, That he may not get a chance to say, what was left unconveyed. ~RavS ## You can’t leave some people, no matter what they do to you. They are just your weakness, and they know it too :) ## ...
It’s a story not a ‘long ago’, There was a boy, let’s name him Arlo. He didn’t have a lot of friends, But he never cried. He knew he had Bijli* 24 Seven, To keep him occupied. But apparently Bijli had other plans in store, Soon came those terrible summer nights, When Bijli would start to elope, Without Arlo getting even notified. Poor Arlo. He thought Bijli was all his, After all he had spent a lot to get her. But, what he didn’t know was this, Bijli had a huge crush on his neighbor. ...
Agreed it hurts a lot, to have loved and lost, But only when you lose do you discover, How much love were you capable of. Yes it would have been much easier, To not have loved in the first place, But then you wouldn’t have a story to tell, I am afraid, you wouldn’t have lived at all. Only those can truly love, Who have the courage to live without. They can take away your object of affection, The moments left behind, still count. ...
In chaos, I looked inside. Found myself filled, … with emptiness. ~RavS
They say there is light at the end of the tunnel. But how do I ascertain my tunnel is not circular? They say the dawn is at the horizon, When the night starts getting darker, But what if the dawn has already come for others, Only I cannot see it any further? They say to hold on, because it eventually gets better, But what if I am doomed to go through this forever? What if I am not the destiny’s favorite child after all, What if I am destined to die a dreamer? ...