Canvas..!

On the big canvas of our small life,

We paint something new everyday;

we paint lot of love and happiness,

and even hate and sometimes envy..!

If the image was bit transparent,

We used paint to make it all cover;

To hide the stiff or bitter reality,

We made the standards so lower..!

Is it the nature of the every human,

Or is it something we have to hide;

Think, Its just the curtain we put over,

So won't be really hard to remove or slide..!

For those who "Matter"..!!

A note about visiting an "Old Age Home"...!!


"Merry Christmas" I said and smiled,

Seeing all the lights and wishes piled..

Ain't you happy seeing faces around,

What stops you to make any sound..!

She looked at me without any movement,

All I could see there was no excitement..

I could feel the storm behind that calm look,

Seemed there was nothing left for her to brook..!

I looked around at those other hundred feet,

Being happy was hard as life was discreet..

Those hands who made their kids walk every mile,

How they could put them away just like in a while.!! 

Times when Unfair..!!

"What???" I looked at him surprisingly and yeah, obviously after that fight of last night it was such a surprise to see him standing next to my bed early morning. He almost scared me.

"I made you breakfast and tea. Wake up or you will be late for work" he said.

If it would have been like a normal day I would have overwhelmed with joy but those words of last night were still fresh in my head.

I looked at the clock, turned my head towards wall and again went to sleep "No work today, I am taking a break, will go out somewhere with friends".

I could feel him standing next to me still waiting for me to wake up but as I said it wasn't another day. All his lies and the act of disloyalties stood up against him and stopped me from melting once again. I felt like kneading my head. It was already paining badly because of the tears outflow whole night.

"Okay, and yeah, I have cleansed the kitchen too so you take care" and he left for work.

How much effort a sorry would cause him. and even if he says sorry would I be able to be the same ever again.

Was it my fault that I made my world go around nothing but only him? Did I expected more than I deserved by any chance? 

                Not I guess. Instead of breakfast a break was much needed I suppose.