The Reality of Life

Life isn’t a fairy tale,
Where people fall in love
And live happily ever after.
But life is an affliction,
A painful depressant, a bitter pill,
Which all have to swallow-
Brings you wretchedness and engulfs your sanity.

I was young, quite young
Still living in a world of dreams
When suddenly my mind mushroomed
From a world of fairy tales
To a world of realities so corrosive.
Life had given me much
But life took them all away in an instant.

Then again came my prince or so I thought
Who would be my happy place.
But he found greener grass, in reality brown,
Callously he stabbed my heart,
Twisted and turned the knife
Till it bled the life out of me.

Still I waited bleeding red,
Drops of blood oozing out of my heart.
Still he juggled with it,
Till the juggling couldn’t be stopped
And he got trapped in his own artifice
Which became a web,
He couldn’t crawl out of.

Though misled for a while
That transformation was real,
I eventually learnt the hard way
What’s crooked can never be straight.
They say when you want something,
The whole world conspires to get it to you.
But I beg to differ with you Coelho,
What’s not meant to be will never be.

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No Answers

Why do some people seek only their own happiness and pleasure?
And point to others that they’re the selfish ones.
Why do they not realise the sacrifices one makes
For their comfort, and gratification ?
Is it wrong to expect just a little back from them?
Is it wrong to want some appreciation for the sacrifices made?
Is it always wrong to long for a little love?
A little love wouldn’t do any harm anyway.
So why do I have to keep longing?
Why? I asked myself, trying to delve deep into the mysteries of the human psyche.
But I find no answers. I find no answers.
I’ll never understand how and why people are in dearth of a little understanding.
How ironic! That’s life! Full of ironies!

Blame

I blame the wind
For the pangs of loneliness
Which slowly creeps up my soul
And devours me whole
And takes control of my reason.
I blame the night,
The night that engulfs me
With its impenetrable darkness
So dark, my hands disappear and
My life vanishes in a flicker.

I blame the sun
For letting me see ugly truths
Truths which I always evaded
Or which I overlooked
Inevitable though I knew.

I blame the thunder,
For coming uninvited,
With a terrying countenance
To frighten off the innocent faces-
But it brought me back my senses.

I thank the rains
That trickle down on me,
My eyes and my heart,
Relieving me of my throbbing pain
Washing away the insanity
That enveloped me fully
And tried to swallow me and
Finish me in an undesirable way
That would have put me
In a bad light in the eyes of all.

Now I know the blame is on me,
On me alone and none else.
So take me away
Wallop me, castigate me,
Chastise me, so i can see
All truth vividly,
And mend my ways and make up
For the things I have blundered
And the things I possess
Which makes you vomit
On me and my flesh.