A Letter To My Best Friend

Snatching my cigarettes, then pulling my hair

Untimely hugs and slaps, then unconditional care

Your psychic habit, of deciding the class bunk

Then staying sober, seeing me getting drunk

Hearing my sickness, leaving everything behind

Scolding me being angry, then loving me being kind

My canteen-your lunch box, my expenses-your purse

Your smile-my ecstasy, your world-my universe

Not my mother not my sister, neither girlfriend nor wife

Let the world be my side, but I need you in my life

I wear your watch, your shoe, and your jacket blue

I can sustain with your gifts, but can’t live without you

My emotions are unpleasant, like a newly caged bird

I am lost without your hand, like a child in the herd

Won’t you come back, see what I am going through

I am not in love; I am too much used to you.

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Reasons to Survive

Questioning self, the reasons to survive

I realized a few, enough to be alive

To touch, to savor, to love, to feel

To soak in grief, to be wounded to heal

To burst into laughter, to break down in tears

To be afraid of darkness, then to fight your fears

To make mistakes, to fall, then show courage to stand

To be brave to bow, to give someone your hand

To be depressed and trapped, to repent, to mourn

 To resurrect, to relive, to learn to be reborn

So when I leave forever, I leave behind my trace

A few will surely smile, when they remember my face.

Live Again

What do I want, what do I want to be

Should I be involved, or set myself free

Why to begin, when it has to end

Why try to mend, if everything is penned

So much of struggle, for one more breath

So much of pain, only to avoid death

Whom should I love, whom should I hate

Why any of them, why not just wait.

Wait for the day, when all will be gone

Gone will be me, and my beautiful dawn

The school I went, grounds I played

The girl I loved, the friends I made

Moments I shared, people I cared

How can I leave, so much of beauty behind

Let the heart rule, over this devil mind

Let there be suffering, let there be pain

I want to live more, just to wake up again.

Diary

Three days have passed since his father had passed away. After the boisterous mourning remain only silences. Without an utter, Nirmala kept the dinner plate in front of Abhay. For the first time, the mother didn’t put her playful scold to her drunken son. Alcohol was not trespassing inundated hearts. Abhay tried his best to look at the food but he could only see memories of his father forcibly making him eat. Pushing back the chair, lingering he started to head towards the drawer where he used to hide his cigarettes between the drawers. It was his father’s desk where not even his father could doubt about the secret storage of nicotine.

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