Fog everywhere

The most difficult thing
To do is hard work
Because it is optional
And totally under our control
Luck changes sides
Just as a chameleon
Changes color
But the amount of
Hard work depends
On the individual
We gotta give something
To have everything
We gotta give everything
To have something
We are like the travelers
Inside a car
Journeying in cold weather
The window panes
Becomes foggy
Everything becomes blur
This is life
Trying to cut us from happiness
And to reconnect to it
To have a clear view
We gotta clean those
Window panes from inside
We gotta put in the
Required work
And happiness will be ours
Choice is ours
Whether to clean the panes
And rejuvenate happiness
Or stay mum inside the car
Cursing the blurred vision
But not realizing
The absence of hard work

P.S.: Drag me down of One direction. We’re on a trip and usually the panes get foggy and hence this post 😉 Happy new year 🙂

That shirt !!!!

She had forgotten everything

Almost everything

I know because she didn’t reply back

Not to my mails or calls or messages

And I had also eventually moved on

With the fact scribbled in my mind

That I was not worth her

May be a bit in past but not anymore in present

And I was driving en-route office

And got a call from an unknown caller

I parked my car roadside

On receiving I heard nothing

Silence and some sobs after a while

And finally the voice I used to love once

She was all scattered at that moment

And I was too upon listening her sobs

I got out of my car and calmly asked

Her the reason for her sadness

And she was just crying loudly also

With hiccups

On insisting for long she replied

That just some moments back she

Was searching for an old gown of hers

And then she found THAT SHIRT

Which was what I had wore

When we became intimate the first time

And I asked her to keep it

And she used to wear the shirt

Everytime she missed me then

And finding that shirt made her realize

How wrong we both were and the ending

Of our story could had been different

But now everything was gone

And I know this feeling was just temporary

And thankfully she also felt the same

All she could say was that she would

Hang the shirt on the peg on the wall

Till sometime in future and

Reminisce the good ol days

I felt good that she at least contacted me

And I was back to my driver’s seat

And she again had the control over her life

And she got used to the feeling of that shirt

And it didn’t bring her those emotions back anymore

Now she knows how it felt when

I Looked at the shirt gifted by her

Which I had given to a needy

After some struggling days then !!