Fatal

You look at it

With deep fondness 

There’s an intimacy

Hard for you to confess
When it touches your lips

And you take it inside

Like you’re filling in

A part that is void
Your lips are turning grey

And the skin is losing its charm

Why is it that you can’t leave it

When it causes you the most harm
It’s now a part of you 

Which you can’t eschew

Doesn’t it give you chills

Your most beloved

Smoking kills

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These beautiful words are lended to me by an amazing author Chhavi Gupta. 

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Tough Luck

  You see the glory, You see the light. I see the fear, I see the fight. And I know that the world will fall to its feet When both our ambitions meet. I will find you by the finish … Continue reading

My little Everyday

Today was tough,

Just like everyday.

I got by through a path that was rough

but then so was every way.

We all look for dreams in a mist

Every while

Maybe we are just digging a cist

one more to file.

We get by through laughter and tears

We plough through all the boos’ and the cheers.

Life gets by for those who are tough

And time has a way of finding diamonds in the rough

The cycle is all the same

You loose it all or you rise to fame

This is our little Everyday

We get by, fighting, crying and whining.

This is our little Everyday

We see it through laughing, giggling and dancing.

This is my little Everyday.

Honesty

Honesty,

Comes from the heart

Seen in the eyes

Felt through the body

Adored in the smile

Beautified in that radiance

Revered in the grace

Every nerve ending knows,

An addiction,

Rarely ever satisfied.

Stereotypes

Never stick to stereotypes.

You can have all the glitter and all the rocks.

You can change perceptions.

You can change the world one lipstick and one mountain at a time.

The Light

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I envy those who can remain kind in this world.

It is a cold, dark and cruel place with egos, frustrations and violence at play.

Power games, manipulations, greed and exploitation.

Where ‘the bad’, more often than not, wins.

Corruption wins.

And the lone voice of goodness and truth, is crushed. Like a lightРsnuffed out.

It may seem as a start of a story tale retelling, with the setting to the hero’s entry.

The one that makes all the difference. The harbinger of change.

But this isn’t a badly scripted story. It is life.

Our life.

And we do not have a hero.

The future plainly seen is utter destruction. People that tear each other down for personal gain.

Ethics and morals lost.

So, how can someone be kind?

Maybe, kindness needs to be saved. Protected from the dark grasps of all that is wrong with the world.

So that it can multiply untouched.

We need to save the light.

The Cold

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There are times when you feel unloved,

Times when you feel that people do not really understand you.

There are times when you want to scream out from the sting in your heart,

Times when you know that the worst is yet to come.

You are cold.

And this cold can’t be chased away by a blanket or a fire.

This cold will stay till your heart deems it has warmed up to another, or the same, set of people.

Sometimes, the cold doesn’t surround you.

It originates from your very soul.

And you realize

It is not the presence of a winter

But the absence of love.