The Lantern Yard

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 sm...