Game of tiptoeing..

When I was a kid,

I used to tip toe go to kitchen,

During the noon time,

When my mother was asleep,

So that I can have some cream biscuits,

Without her knowledge.

But in the evening,

She calls me and takes my class,

For eating those biscuits on a regular basis.

She didn’t changed the place of those biscuits,

Because she loved my tip-toeing and having those biscuits,

And thinking that I can fool my mother,

Who know me more than I know myself.

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Now, the table has turned.

I loved her beauty, her smile, her truthfulness,

And this time, my mother tip-toed,

And went to meet her and said,

To leave me and go far away from me,

Because my father don’t like her,

And my girl left me, without telling me,

And I thought that it was fate and we weren’t meant to be a together,

But then when I came to know what had really happened,

I cursed my mother, my girl, everyone, even God,

Because then I hated this game of tip-toe,

This game of pretendness.

This game of keeping cards close to your chest,

This game of not putting everything on the table,

This game of thinking that others are fool,

And you are the only smart guy.

I hate this sham!!

but, there’s always a BUT!!

Things going on smoothly,

you feeling uplifted,

thinking that there is STILL a hint of goodness,

in between these failures, betrayals, double crossings..

And then I let my guard off,

yes, at that exact moment, I got screwed.

Life is a bitch.

It doesn’t distinguish between rich, poor, male, female, child, honest, cripple, ANYONE,

It comes and destroys the perfect present,

destroys the ideal future,

destroys the mental peace,

sucks the confidence out of you,

steals that smile away from your face,

laughs at us, as if it’s invincible.

And yes, at that moment, it is INVINCIBLE.

but, there’s always a BUT,

and this but comes to our rescue,

gives us strength to rise,

gives us hope to walk,

gives us wings to fly,

gives us power to conquer,

not only this world but also our own self,

Our prime self.

We all get screwed but this BUT helps us do wonders and miracles,

Because one failure is not worth the end,

As there is no end to anything.

Stormy night!!

When things aren’t going my way,

when the wind is blowing against me,

when I need a solution, I encounter more problems,

when the pressure keeps on building,

when I feel suffocated, nauseated, locked inside a cage,

when my shouts & yells aren’t heard by any,

when I pinch myself, hoping that it’s a nightmare,

when I have to go through the stormy night,

when I can’t take anybody’s help,

because the people who used to help me,

are themselves the creators of this stormy night.

I can’t sleep, even if I want to,

time is getting stretched with my thoughts,

sweat is on my brow, just a hint of it,

my brain is working at a crawling speed, if not standstill,

I have to find a solution soon,

and bring an end to this stormy night.

Outside, it’s all cool breeze,

crickets chirping, dead silence of a calm night,

Inside, it is a battle, storm, chaos, helter skelter,

and I don’t know how to tame this storm,

I just want this night to end,

end it soon enough without any more problems,

and, come tomorrow morning I will be a hero,

an amateur, who stood his ground, to prove his worth,

a sailor, who had a troubling yet successful voyage,

a fighter, who despite the odds, won.