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What if I took you, To a room stuffed with letters,  Some red some blue  Kept together in pairs of two  What if I told you,  The letters left you with no place  To breath, to relax  Or simply have your own space  What if I convinced you,  That shards of glass Were concealed in the blue  And in the red ones,  Soft petals with a gorgeous hue  What if I broke it to you,  That the contents of these letters  Were but your thoughts  Piled together, and kept in lots  What if I asked you,  Which type would you expect to find  In your room of thoughts Hidden in your mind?  Would the blue overrule the red?  Would you hope for it to be the other way instead?  Would you wish your room wasn’t suffocating  Would you criticize it and be hating  Yourself, and more blues would be formed  And there you go!  In a vicious cycle your thoughts are transformed  But, What if I said, It's...

They missed my presence, and cried out my name, twice and thrice, but I never came... They joined their hands which would plead out of a need and wished I'd stay but that would only lead To more of me gone And their hearts that would bleed! They missed how I'd been there always, when we'd been on good terms,  in a good phase... They hated themselves for the disrespect they gave For whom they would, now only crave! I watched them helplessly from another parallel universe, Would've been with them,  If they hadn't made conditions as worse I would if I could,  Stand by their side again and be there for them If only I didn't have to suffer pain! I cannot return I'm something they had to earn I don't just pass by, I don't know how to fly I don't just disappear, they kill me and grieve  And shamelessly ask why I would leave And then start all over again to plead:  "Damn, time is all I need!"

  There’s a crack in my heart, Little had I known, From the way I taunt people For reasons unknown There’s a gap in my heart, A little too wide From the way I laugh at those Struggling behind There’s a hole in my heart Widespread in a region From the way I’m biased On the grounds of religion There’s a piece missing in my heart It’s nowhere to be seen From the way I hurt others For I’m selfish and mean By depriving people of the treatment they deserve I realize now, how much I’d been sinning And now that I pay for my deeds I know what exactly was missing That crack in my heart? That gap, that hole? The defects that had always been in my soul Being so cold wasn’t because I was heartless It wasn’t why I made people feel worthless Reasons I hid, I have to admit, I was a devil in a human body, My heart was an empty, endless pit ‘Karma’ was a joke to me, It’s effects I had never known But standing behind the gates of hell I clearly see the seeds I’ve sown

    My entire house shimmered with the mild glow of golden candles. Some rested along the dining area while some were left loose from the ceiling, just the way Vaidehi liked. The holy aroma of essence sticks added life to the ambience and the aartis completed the festive vibes. Everything, starting from the menu for dinner to the detailed decorations in the backyard was the fruit of Vaidehi's enthusiastic efforts.  While I was on the verge of finishing the rangoli near the entrance gate, in came a gorgeous girl of eighteen whom no one could stop looking at. Vaidehi had this naturally graceful charm in her which I admittedly envied. But hey! It's not like I was the only one-  It was hard to not notice how perfect she was. Besides her academic record being a dream-come-true, she was also an excellent artist with marvelous paintings and a skillful dancer with authentic moves. Her life was the definition of perfection in a lot more ways than just one.  For instance,...

  In my sixty years of existence, I’ve never been as happy as I am today. My grandson is meeting me, after all! It’s a little sad at the same time. The fact that I can’t meet my grandson like other grans. Above all of that, the fact that I came to know about his where-abouts via my agents. Such a pity. Brings me back to the day when my Daughter was two...when her dad and I had a really bad fight. That dude wanted me to stop dealing drugs. How could I possibly have done that? And what was his income again? Zero. We’d have gone broke if not for the drugs. He said he’d expose me- big mistake. He did something that really pissed me off, you know? I kicked him real bad. Served him well. But who’d have known he was too weak to take that?   I spent the rest of the years in jail and my daughter was taken away from me even before I could give her a part of my brain. And today, she’s in town again. After about twenty-two years. I’m out of prison too. Waiting for my grands...