Eyes behind the Frames

Beneath the elongated wall of my house,
Are the frames which holds 
The screams of joy.
The cry in vain.
The lonesome rainy day I spent.
The balmy summers in which I drenched.

Written in this walls 
Are the story untold
Some groan of the gruesome death
Some chirp of the melody of birds.

Comes a time when the stories of frame
Speak the songs of dependence.
Dependence of belonging,
Depending on the frame of picture.
Just to support your every breath.

From one to million frames,
Of every second of beloved counted.
Every frame has a story, a memory,
Which will embellish the crown you hold.
Millions of smiles and blushing cheeks,
And countless nostalgia reloaded.

But comes a day
When all you are is a frame.
From Two Fifty to Hundred,
From Hundred to One,
Frames reduce,
Your existence is ceased to one picture.
Whose story is yet untold.
The mystery yet to be unfold.

In the loved eyes, which once held every moment you capture.
Now ceased to have one such memory.
Were anyone there to be blamed.
Yes, the heart!
Which can never be tamed.
 

Perfectly Imperfect

She was sheltered and warm
Inside the shell that she once resided,
Rolled up in a cocoon.
Cuddled up by the broth of love.
Where she was considered a boon,
In the shades of rainbow where nothing faded.

She thought she was perfect,
She knew everything one could possibly know.
Until she came out of her shell
And realized,
Being good isn't good enough
She never had enough that she could bestow.

When in shelter,
All she wanted was to come out of it.
Flap her wings and fly high
Soar high and conquer.
Love the people she wanted to love.
And be appreciated like the beauty of a butterfly.

But she was hidden.
Hidden behind the gold that glittered.
Her hopes which had been slit and slithered.
She was hidden
Under the burial of sand.
Sands of time which means..

While everyone had their own way
Of being complete,
She was left alone.
Within million perfected lives.
She stood there INCOMPLETE...

For my Valentine's Day

Comes the day when the aroma of roses surrounds my aura. Here comes the day where all I see is love, love and LOVE all around. 

But this is also a day when the maximum hypocrisy is seen all around. Specially those who are single. We,that is those who are single will always be seen saying,"There is nothing more happy than being single! I enjoy my freedom!" While we hear this, all we see is an everyday-slowly-dying-eyes which scream the sentences of not belonging anywhere. The worst situation arises for those who know where they belong but still are bound to be deprived of all those which surrounds them for a week. 

Hug Day, Kiss Day, Teddy Day, Rose Day, and other stupid days which are associated to the day of Love! 

It is not that I do not believe in this day! I will be the very first person to wake up and irritate people to death so that I get a gift on this occasion. Yes, this used to be me, a few years earlier. 

Until I knew what irrevocably being in love meant. I have been the girl, who experienced what love is but never got the feeling of celebrating it on Valentine's Day. I have always been in a situation where I died everyday of being a loner. The one who has always been the sufferer in silence type. I have been a fat, round about type, short and a type of girl who was never the one who a guy would never even think about liking. 

I have been that of a girl, who became a link to one her prettiest friend on whom guys drooled. Always.

The funniest part being that those who are one hell of a douche bag(no offense), always have an option available.

The worst part being the person you love also has millions of options available other than you. But you, you only have one and the very last option available. Or it can be I never had an option ever. 

A bigger hypocrisy, those who say you will get your soul mate, and everyone has their time, are the one does not know the pain of being a loner inside on this day. 

Well those who don't know the pain of being in such a situation, let me explain this feeling for them.

For those who love chicken, its like you are stranded on an island where you have KFC chicken all around you but you cannot eat it because the only condition to survive in this island is to stay Vegan!

Or those who are Vegetarians, its like you have all exotic veggies all around but you are given KFC Dips Bucket to eat all day long!!

Yes, we are that helpless. We are that in a hell of a situation. And the worst part is all your friends are merry love making whereas all you do, stare at your very-first-time-no-message-on-whatsapp display and listen to your Mother's "so called funny" sarcasm, of not having someone to celebrate this day with. When you know inside that the one you have saved this day up for is indeed having one hell of a time with someone, sharing a popcorn over a movie, or simply not giving a shit about it! 

Singles! 

I do understand your pain!! 

The God Affected

While I was sitting with two of my best friends, after a hell lot of work and sweat dripping from every pore of our bodies. A very controversial issue came up when I said, I am an atheist.

Google terms it as, 'a person who disbelieves or lacks faith in the existence of God or Gods.'

Yes, I am one of those human beings who lack faith in God. Its not that I was ignorant towards it right from birth. I am an Indian for "so called" God's sake. I have been raised to believe in God, and then believe to the fact that I will ultimately go to heaven and do a little ballroom dance with Lord Shiv, Ram, Indra, etc.

I was thirteen when I realized that I was fooled all the way right through my childhood.
I realized. God is a way of burdening our regrets and mistakes to someone anonymous, so that we get rid of the seeds that we sow everyday.

Not that I didn't visit temples and other religious places ever in my life as of yet now. My parents and my sister worship almost every other Indian Gods and Goddesses. They thought I must be Psychologically Depressed about something, so they made me search for my spirituality.

Then I thought, that we all are such hypocrites being born, living and then going away to where we belong. But still believing on something that is never seen, heard, or ever felt.

Schizophrenia, its a psychological disorder where we live in the characters that we imagine and we start thinking that are our imagination is real.
Well, what is the difference? We imagine God too right? Our faith is on someone we have no clue, or reasoning about. Aren't we Schizophrenic too? Its just that we play the Majority Wins game here.
Just because we believe in Theology we become the normal behavioral creatures, whereas those who do not follow the society becomes the dark wanderers tagging and branding them as Schizophrenics.

Normally, people come up with the thinking, जो होता है अच्छे के लिए होता हैं.
And also the fact that I didn't have any other option, God made me do this. But the reality is we are always aware of our every slightest options that are available for a given situation. It is just that we always listen to what we want to do and if it doesn't turn out right, we blame it on hypothetical issues like God, Luck, Nakshatra, Gothram, and other such things.

I don't mean to hurt any sentiments of any elders or those who believe in God.
But yes, it is high time we start pondering upon such issues and choose people according to their intellect and not hypothetical belief.