Hate Me

You were something wild

And I'm self destructive from the start

May be that's why I loved you

So you could tear me apart....

[What’s the rush?]

Months spent, years lost

several ages of humankind,

Turned to dust.

Searching the meaning

In meaninglessness

Seeking the purpose

In pointless existence.

In the grand universe

Though a tiny particle

Striving to leave a mark

On the earth's chronicle

That's Its own way

of attaining immortality

Conquering the fear of death

And Converging to eternity

But shortsighted as you are,

Didn't stop to think

That writing on the sand

Could be erased in a blink

Could be that your life,

Is one beautiful accident

You shine for a moment,

You exist, and that is the point.

I was tired of this unending race

So I paused to take a breath

The exhaustion,

The weighing down emotions

I took a minute to acknowledge it all.

But when I opened my eyes again

I was stranded in a land

Lost in time

Couldn't find a soul

Be it a friend or a foe.

The world can always find ways to disappoint you, even in the things you have no expectations in.

Those moments when...

I've learned to live alone

And loneliness doesn't get to me anymore,

Except in those moments....

When I wake up in the middle of the night

And find the space on my right

Empty and cold...

When I'm going to work

And on the way pass the abandoned factory

Where we used to sneak up as kids...

When I'm frustrated at the world

Or confused what to do

And my first thought is to call you....

When I'm laughing hysterically

And I suddenly stop the moment

Because you're not here to share it with me...

When people tell me their plans for the night

And I think about my home

And the silence waiting there to greet me....

When I'm lost in my thoughts

And subconsciously call out your name

And no one is there to answer me back.....

When I see a shooting star

And I wonder in silence

If you're still wishing on them

Or have you stopped believing in wishes?

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( Hindi alert)

Akele rehna sikh liya maine,

Ab to tanhai se bhi ek rishta sa ban gaya hai.

Shibaye un lamhon main....

Jab adhi raat ko aankh khul jati hai

Aur tumhare jagah suni bistar meelti hai

Jab baton hi baton main tumhari yaad aa jati hai

Aur tumhare na hona ka ehsas chubhne lagta hai

Jab anjane main ye lab tumhare naam le lete hain

Aur jabab main inhen sirf sannata hi milta hai

Jab koi sabal pareshan karta hai

Aur jabab main tumhara naam yaad ata hai

Jab mandir main kabhi dua mangne jati hun

Aur har dua main tumhara hi naam hota hai

Aur jab kabhi bhi asman main

Ek toota hua tara dikhta hai

Main sochti hu,

Dunia ki kisi kone main

Kahin tum bhi ise dekhkar

Mujhe yaad to nahi karte?

Kya tum mujhe yaad karte bhi ho?

I do not know

if it's the world that is grey

Or is it me who's colour blind

Am I seeing the picture in pieces

Or did people really forget how to be kind

Drowning in ambitions and greed

Are we really leaving the humanity behind

Maybe I failed to appreciate

The life that was given

Or maybe it's the world

That doesn't deserve me.

You are right my lady

I'm no one's judge or jury

I lack a heart to know your beauty

Nor am I a commander of truth

What do I say; what do I do?

When I'm just your eyes

Reflected back at you.

Mirror, mirror on the wall;

Save your breath, save your words;

What makes you my judge and jury;

You see an image, not my beauty.

Whoever says mirrors don't lie,

When your very reflection is inverted.

Evil Place Called Mind

I stare into the void,

Lost in my head.

I scream from inside,

I beg for help.

It's an bottomless abyss,

An endless maze.

As the tendrils of evil thoughts,

Drags me down,

Deeper and deeper,

To some dark unknown place.

I look at the sky,

Grasping the hanging roots of sanity,

I pray to God,

For some semblance of reality.

But the sky still remains dark,

As it throws back my plea,

As if saying I'm not worthy enough,

For the life given to me.

I lose my grip on sanity,

Losing all hope,

As a firm tendril yanks me down,

Trapping me somewhere I can't get out of.

It's the evil place called my mind.

Misshapen

Sometimes I feel a weird kinship

with those misshapen clay pots,

That lay discarded and forgotten.

At first like a new born baby,

It too sits on the centre of potter's wheel,

Soaking up all the attention it needs.

But as the life goes on,

And the wheel of time is spun,

Just like the clay in the hands of potter,

We are strained by the hands of humanity,

Bending to the world's whim,

Smoothing out our deformity,

To be accepted by the society.

But when after all those pottery,

We still turn out misshapen,

Just like those deformed clay pots,

We're easily discarded and forgotten.

It's amazing, isn't it?

How a little distance

can change your perception of life

Showing you the whole picture

Not just the pieces with terrible colour

It's amazing, isn't it?

How a little pause in your life

Is exactly what you need

When you've lost

all hopes to win the race

To reflect on your flaws

Or to gain some insights

It's amazing, isn't it?

How a higher altitude

Makes the world seem beautiful

Hiding the ugly cracks

It shows a picturesque wall

Mirror, mirror on the wall;

Save your breath, save your words;

What makes you my judge and jury;

You see an image, not my beauty.

Whoever says mirrors don't lie,

When your very reflection is inverted.