The Lantern Yard

Once, not so long ago I was standing there, Clueless and all alone. Staring at the two roads in front. There were no sign boards. There were no mile stones. Not a single person to tell Where to go. Then I took the path with Most foot prints on, Without thinking where I'll go. Soon, I was lost in the dark With no more foot prints to follow. I tripped over stones And fell. I was so broke that I cried for long. Then there were sharp thorns And not-so-friendly folks. Which describes all the scars That I've in and on. After days of struggle, I ended up on another diversion. Another two roads, I had to choose from, were just in front. But this time, I wasn't all alone. I had strength and my inner self. The lessons, I learnt all along shouldn't just go in vein. The scars I wear should be in count and The tears I've shed should mean something. So this time I chose the road I saw the light in end. It had less foot prints though But it had fl

Out in the dark, Under the stars, I stood quietly. Feeling the sweet cold wind Playing with my curles. My eyes were stuck upon a light, Probably coming from the street. But my mind was wondering all around Like a free bee. It was a mix thought of almost Everything under the sun. Me having some supernatural powers Or becoming something great! All the griefs and the pain, The laughs and the grins! But all of a sudden, Out of blue, I saw someone waving at me. "Who are you?"  I yelled. "Not a stranger, you know me well. Just you forget. I'm Your dreams, I guess" he answered, "You need to follow or you'll loose your track". I turned around And saw my mom looking straight into my eyes, Tryna find something. I went back to the room And started off again. But with something called 'Determination' Glittering through my eyes this time. And I knew I haven't lost the track yet.

There were two options for her. A bag full of money And a heart full of love. I wasn't really amazed to see her choosing the first one with ease. I knew she didn't deserve the right one. But off course hopes were clung to me. But it ain't no matter to me, As they got scattered into pieces The way it happened with my heart. The thing that shook me the most Was the fact How money became more precious than it meant to be And how love lost its meaning. They say money can't buy you happiness. But I say money can get you every Fuckin thing. And love would earn you nothing But tears. Well, this was how I lost the meaning of love. And I know, I'm not alone. I ain't complaining. I'm sympathising. I laugh when they say... " I'm in love. " Actually they mean to say " I'm either gonna loose or find the meaning of love " Love is a beautiful thing. But the way people is burying it's meaning Makes me feel sick of i

I was lost in the dark. Couldn't see Where to go and where not to. Couldn't decide Whom to believe and whom not to. But then came he. Told me it was shallows, And wasn't deep enough. Pulled me out of where I was. Showed me where to go, Where not to. And whom to believe, Whom not to. Out of the hundreds lost in dark, He choose to pull up me. But why was I chosen? Why was only he who came? I had no clues. Nor did he. But, as the time passed on, I understood, Why was it only me? And why was it only he? Literally, we understood What soul mates are meant to be. In life's crazy but wonderful journey, We came up with questions And answered it satisfactorily. But we did it all together. And that was our victory.

He slammed the doors as if we never kissed leaning against them. He broke the vase as if it never carried the flowers of our love. He threw away the frames that depicted our happy days, as if we had only shed tears together. He tore the pillows as if they never wiped our tears. He burnt the letters we used to send each other as if it never meant anything to him. He broke my heart as if he didn't know that it was he, inside. He left me as if he never said that he won't leave me no matter what. And soon all his replies turned into " We used to love. " as if we had no feelings left.

The bell rang restlessly. And when he answered the call, There was a huge silence. An unpleasant silence Which filled each one of us With terror. He looked at my face. I was waiting for 'nothing serious ' As the answer had always been. ' I'm sorry ' he muttered. I had no words. Nor did he. When we reached the place, We saw people we didn't even know. All in black With tears we can't count. There in the middle of Shattered pieces of hearts, There laid the most beautiful soul Covered in white shawl. The soul who lived many lives Before leaving, Was resting. Don't know if in peace or in pain. My eyes yet couldn't believe. Actually, I wasn't wishing to believe. The tears refused to stop And my heart refused to act strong. All my unfulfilled promises, All her soothing words, All her undue love, And all my spoken harsh words. They haunted me all together And killed me half. Didn't know that life could be this harsh

They say I'm short. Little did they know that I have a whole new world in my tiny eyes. They didn't know that I have a hell lot of dreams in my small head. They didn't know that I'm small but my dreams are big enough to touch the sky. They didn't know that 45 Kg is enough to chase the stars. They didn't know it is Dreams that I breathe. They didn't know that nights aren't for me to rest but to work. They didn't know that I've shed tears in the dark nights, under the moon. They didn't know that this small world of mine is incredibly huge if they see it through my eyes. So little do they know about me. So little do they know about my world. Yet they have to speak.

There were tears in her eyes. As she leaned towards her mother, They leaped out. Some full of pain. Some full of hope. Some full of worries. Some full of prayers. Her heart was strong enough. But the pain was stronger. Deep inside she knew that she was helpless. But the seed of hope was anchoring her soul.

Last Friday night, I was walking by the street. I was looking at the tents, When a smile caught my eyes. A baby so sweet, Barely in clothes. So torn and wan. Her smile was of million Dollars. Pure and bright. A poverty strucken pain was visible When I looked at her mother's eyes. Baby in one and a broom in her other hand. I waved and went past them. I walked forward. I was looking at the sky Creepers, when again a smile caught my eyes. A baby so sweet, In trendy clothes. Ragged and new. Her smile was of million dollars. Pure and bright. A ‎posh full Glee was visible When I look at her mother's eyes. iPhone in one and a purse in her other hand. ‎ I waved and went past them. ‎Everyone is living Despite of their success or failure. ‎In the complicated drama ‎Of  being rich and poor The smile we all wear is the same. As ‎they'll grow up They'll be taught What makes money And what does not. And thereafter loose the smiles they wore.

Look into my eyes. Straight into them. ‎You'll find a whole new world hidden in them. ‎ ‎A world with peace. ‎A world with ease. ‎A world with roses ‎that everyone can seek. ‎ A ‎place with no monsters. A place with no fears. A place for everyone Who never wished for tears. ‎ Somewhere we can rest our soul. Somewhere we can feel like home. Somewhere everyone is so humble. Somewhere, where no one is someone. This is the place which I've always dreamt of. ‎This is the place which I breathe for. ‎ ‎

There was a girl, Who was just eight. She had Gold with her. The Gold was so bright, so bright That it became hard to even stare at her. But unfortunately, Those thieves were colour blind. They believed in a world of dark. So, everything they looked at Seemed to be more and more darker. They stole her Gold with ease. They forgot that she was just One among those who breathe. They stole her Gold with no griefs. They didn't know the pain Her mother took to give her birth. They stole her Gold with no regrets. They were unaware of the Tears her father shed. Her Gold wasn't of any importance to them. Her Gold of Dreams, Future, Life All in vein! The screams, the pain, the tears... Yet she is just another girl with Gold Who was eaten up by those hungry Cannibals. There are stories heard. There are stories yet to hear. Some told, some untold! I now don't believe in humanity anymore. And I know non of us do!

I was passing by When the wind whispered. I became still Without any hustle. It mumbled "Yesterday came a girl. Just like you. Calm yet wild! She had a smile But with no happiness. When I asked her 'Why?' She simply nodded. I could see the pain in her eyes. I could feel the stress she had. I see the same in you! Doubts with no meaning. Fears with no reason. " I gave a blank look. Then it continued "There are some things you can't change. But yes, you can make it better. After all it's you Who decide your fate. The more weak you are The more weaker you become. Start believing in yourself And eventually the world will believe in you. The wind left, Teaching me a lesson for life. A plant called 'Hope' Began to grow up in me.

Life showed me many paths. But, I took the wrong one. Soon, I was lost and was left broken. Everywhere I turned Was darker than it seemed. I was beginning to collapse When a voice came in. I followed the voice And I soon came out! When I looked around All I see was light. I knew that I was now secure. But where did the voice came from? As I turned back, There was she! A smiling face with no greed. "Thank You " I whispered. But there was no reaction. And then a thought came in. 'Is that the almighty himself ? ' But when she lifted her chin up, I was stunned! It was non other than my best friend !

I look up at the night sky. All I see is you. The moon and the stars, All belongs to you! You and me, we are like The waves and the shore. We meet and then we retreat. You and me are like The sun and it's rays. We can never get apart. You are there in my smiles. You are there in my tears. You are my soul. And that's all I know!

I don't remember too much. Just those loud 'baby cryings' ! She was the loudest in the whole hospital. So, I knew she would be my perfect match. I was only three. So, they refused to give the baby to me. Mom said "you are too young " Thus, being young wasn't fun! But, one day they handed it to me. I was worried first. But, was proud next As I was a grown up at last! She looked into my eyes With those big black eyes. I laughed. She smiled. I made weird faces. She cried. I looked up at the stars And said " one among you is lying on my lap!  " Today, she is what Which pumps my blood. She's all I want to keep. She's what I can't live without. Literally, she is my life!

They will hurt you. They know that they can't outshine you. They are actually jealous of you Because they know that they can't Think like you, Act like you, Speak like you Or even do stuffs like you. So,  they will hurt you Because, they themselves are hurt! They will keep yelling out. All they know is to shout. But, look at you my dear Aren't you few pounds of wonder? They will always hurt you. But,  it's all up to you. You may either shine Or let them outshine. You are a rose. They are your thorns. They simply adore you. They won't hurt you Unless you let down!

Once, I hated myself. I thought that I was The ugliest. The weirdest. The dumbest. I didn't know that I never knew myself. I knew Sarah, the beauty queen. I knew Craig, the second Einstein. I knew Bella, the multi talented. But I didn't knew me. How funny,  isn't it? But the day, I met the real me I could see How thunders didn't scare me anymore. How hurricanes became my favourite. How birds began to sing for me. How stars smiled back at me. How I became the world for me. I was glad! I looked at myself in the mirror And whispered " I love you baby ". Now, I knew that I literally fell for myself And that I didn't hated me anymore! • Inspired by the article 'How I discovered my inner soul ' by Priyal (A Little Extra).

I cry every night.  I cry for the mistakes I have done. I cry for the mistakes they have done.  I cry for the people I have cheated. I cry for the people who have cheated me. I cry for the things I have done. I cry for the things I haven't done.  I cry for the reasons I can't tell. It doesn't makes me weak. It makes me stronger for A powerful comeback every morning. Thus,  I smile every morning. I smile for the rights I have done. I smile for the rights they have done. I smile for the people I believe. I smile for the people who believes me. I smile for the good things I have done. I smile for the good things they have done. I smile for the reasons I can't tell. And that's what life is all about. You cry and then you smile.

It was 7:30 pm. I was simply scrolling down on Pinterest, when I came across an image. The title read as ' BEFORE AND AFTER'. And what I saw was really heartbreaking. The picture illustrated changes that occurred in a village. It was merely a village now.  It grew up into a large city with numerous skyscrapers. It shook me so hard that I ended up running to the balcony. With eyes filled with confusion and fright, I looked at my little town ' Khetri '. People over here lived with harmony and peace since many decades. We even call our town 'Copper' with love. I was wandering about all the changes that might happen to it. There would be more vehicles creating noises with the sign board 'Don't Honk'. And people would be dressed in all those Western styles watching 'Sarees' in the museum. Our sweet little park with all those beautiful flowers would be replaced by large buildings in inside of which they'll draw flowers on the wall. Huh! That&#

The Open letter that my granny wrote to her 'Disease' - Dear Disease, It's true that you made me weak. You made me feel terrible in inside of me. You even made me think that it's gonna be my end. But DANG IT! Look at me now. I'm alright! Yes. You may scare me. You may make me cry. But remember one thing. You can never ever make me stop! I will resist! I will rebel! You can't slay me! Yes, you are strong. But remember that my heart is stronger. And a human with a strong heart is never less than a grenade. You may win over me one day. But for this time, victory belongs to me. Well,  thank you for teaching me how to treat any obstacle like a unskillful warrior and win over them like a King! Thank you. With lots of love, Your Defeater.