Secrets..

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With each step ahead
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Sweat from the brow
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Destination beyond horizon
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Next level of dehydration
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No one to help
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Track me by the sweat trail
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I may not go long
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I may stumble in the next step
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How did I reach here?
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Oh, I am tired to move anymore
The sunburn hurts
The injuries hurt
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Have been dragging my feet
Since last 6 hours
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I have been free
Since the same last 6 hours
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Before that
I was held
I was a hostage
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I was kicked, punched
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I was beaten
By a stick, rod, belt
You name it
I was tortured
Several teeth cracked
Limbs broken
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But I didn’t give up
I didn’t tell them the secrets
I sacrificed my life
Life of my family
My mother, wife and son
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But didn’t tell my enemies
Anything valuable
Luckily got hold of a blade
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Killed 2 and in return
Got shot twice
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Running towards the border
But, where is it?
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I know I won’t be able
To meet anyone anymore
But
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At least I will not die a hostage
Not as a turncloak

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A herd of Eagles hovering
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Season of displeasure..

All good?

Great  !!

Because Good is good

All as expected

As thought

As visualized

Is awesome

But..

The opposite comes

It always comes

Sometimes

With full force

With all its prowess

All its arsenal

With our doom

As its dream

To crush us to pieces

To bury us miles underneath

To make us feel awful

About others & ourselves

To make us helpless

To make us shrink in confidence

To be termed as a failure

If not failure then a coward

These times are the times

Lived in the darkness of nights

In the dark corners of our hearts

Confusion wins over sanity

Fear wins over rationality

Sadness wins over happiness

You see everything happening

All at the same time

Like a rainfall of terrors

Downpour of displeasure

Pouring of unpleasant days

And you can just

Wait for the rain to slow down

Into a drizzle & eventually stop

Let the season of displeasure

Wither away

You stand good & straight

With firm will power

To walk again

Towards the better days

May be on the muddy road

But in the right direction

May be with less & unknown crowd

But with those who are not afraid

To journey towards their destination

Just like you

And when you reach there

You will find

The main pleasure lies in that

Season of displeasure..

Making of TOMORROW me..

Walking with cross hands

Folded hands

All to myself

Not wanting to know the world anymore

Enough of knowing others

Now time to know myself

Because if I know myself

I will know the world

And all the others

Walking super fast

As I m walking alone

Making way for myself

Jumping over the mud pool

Avoiding the daily humdrum traffic

I will stumble and fall

Break my nose

I will walk on wrong paths unknowingly

Just to return back to square one

Then make a mental note

To only follow my heart

And not blindly trust directions

Given by others or the sign boards

I will get dirty

But I will be glad

As I am walking towards

Purity of my soul

I will get tired

I will get aches

I may crawl

Stop for some time

But will resume again

Ah! Its okay

To know myself

Some hard times

Some mud stains won’t hurt

People get lost knowing self

For me its all bearable

Not only stains but also pain

Destination is always the same

TOMORROW ME

Starting point is also the same

YESTERDAY ME

Journey is also the same

TODAY ME

Hurdles will come today only

Neither yesterday nor tomorrow

And the way I get over them

Will play a key role

In the making of

TOMORROW ME

We are all funambulists..

Creation of mankind

Done with tenderness

Each one of us

Blessed with unique qualities

A long path ahead

Sometimes bright

Sometimes dark

We find ourselves

On this unique yet same path

We are all funambulists

Walking that tightrope

Balancing work family life

Not getting time for own selves

Yes this path is difficult

Each step should be conscious

Making sure we don’t fall

Its trouble both the sides

Safest way is straight ahead

And balancing is more important

We achieve it via Friends

But all it needs

Is one small wrong step

That’s all is required

To wash the good deeds

Of all the previous steps

The distance seems longer

If we are afraid

And how could we not be?

With just the rope to walk

Concentrating on balance

No other support

Falling sideways out of the question

It’s difficult and this is the test

Not reaching the other side

But to take steps firmly

Take time to balance life

Destination is not running away

Make sure your patience also don’t run away

Don’t focus on the audience

They are just waiting to laugh

Once you fall

Instead make them awestruck

Concentrate on your path

Reach the destination

End the difficult yet possible walk

And hear those same audience

Clapping for the wonderful miracle

That they witnessed infront of them