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Sometimes I Wonder

Sometimes I wonder
What if we get stuck at this forever? 
What if it never ends? 
And this “new normal” becomes the “forever trend”?
 
Sometimes I wonder
Will we ever go to school, or never? 
Will our classes ever be offline? 
And we get to attend them with a straight spine? 

Sometimes I wonder
Are some families more grief stricken by this so called “Thunder”? 
Are they ever going to see those lovely faces again? 
And will their lives ever be the same? 

Sometimes I wonder
What’s going to change if I continuously ponder? 
Will the virus become kinder? 
Will we ever see the same sunshine? 
Are we ever going to say that ‘everything is fine'? 
But during this pandemic, at times when I flounder, 
I sit quietly and , 
SOMETIMES I WONDER.

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Jealousy

Sometimes I be jealous; I admit
The hardships I saw made me like this
I try to remain strong
But things can never turn right when they are already wrong

I look at faces with an impish glee
I find its opposite and it’s always me
I see the bodies, people adore
Want something ;to bring it there are four
I see above me there's only one
Who has to do for three, alone.
When I see his frustrated face 
I say to me, “that won't look good at your face”
Deep inside the heart that wish lies
And expectation of other wishes also dies

And they say I am not being stubborn
Not knowing that my wishes die before they are born
I try not to love because it will never be the same
Then they say I don’t care, and is proud of my fame
I see people enjoying happily
There's always a melancholy darkness in my family
Humid clouds always form in my brain's tiers
And weeps like rain forming my eye's tears
I see people starving but joyful
Then turn around and find us mourning with our bellies full

It all makes my body fall apart and heart to tear
I can't be strong anymore because I can't bear
I try to ignore my expectations and burn it, because
Sometimes I be jealous; I admit

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The Red Dress

On a night that was completely dry,
A cheerful soul was staring at the starless sky.
At her life that was completely dark,
She smiled as though she was a lark.
Wearing a rug like crap,
Was laying on her father’s lap.
What could make her feel the most beloved,
To be with the person she’d always adored.
Although they were hungry , the whole day,
But were contented as they lay on the hay.
With eyes full of love, her arms hugged her father.
It was like heaven to them when they were together.
With her anxious eyes and sugary voice , she said,
“ Dad I want a dress that’s red!”
Knowing how difficult it was to even get a piece of bread,
Started thinking on how to arrange a dress that’s red.
Her father gazed at her moon like face,
‘Hope’ was the only thing he could trace.
Smile on face, held her head  resembling a crown,
“Sure! You’ll get it by dawn”.
Next day she was even more happy,
Finally she would throw the dress that was crappy.
But it could not last long,
As they hear the emergency gong.
The father took his angel and ran to a safe place,
Was running the fastest but lost his life’s race.
A bullet went through him as he stood,
Fell on the ground covered in blood.
Seeing her heaven fall apart,
Crackling sound came from her as it broke her heart .
Though she was badly injured,
She fell down because her heaven’s voice can no more be heard.
Again with a face filled with hope,
Shook her father as “ he’s faking” was the only scope.
But it barely moved,
All her hoping theories were disproved .
She cried and laid on his blood filled body,
Hoping that seeing his angel cry will wake up her daddy.
Her body was covered in blood,
She said to the man she always loved,
“It’s dawn ; you kept your promise dad!
I got the dress that is red!”.
With her angelic smile she fell and the time seemed to be frozen,
It felt like this was her dream place that she’d chosen.
Her sweet soul besides the kind soul of her father.
They were smiling like it was heaven ,
And why not , when now they were  eternally together.

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Regret

There was once a soul , all lonely;
Was passing by the streets of a dingy colony.
It was moving happily all around,
But it was until the truth was found.
The people there ,seemed in a great debt.
The only thing they enjoyed was to regret.
It was all awkward for him,
To see a place so dim.

He started his expedition, 
To find about their weird tradition.
Some were crying over scarcity.
Others were driven towards insanity.
Some spent their lives at crying over money,
While some gave up all their money to find something funny.
Some were running away from people,
Others were running to find a soul to mingle.
Some cried over not having anything,
While some cried over nothing .
Some were dying to live.
While some were living to die.
Seeing this he accepted the tradition , he came across,
Because he no longer found it to be gross.

For the rest , he was always seen upset,
His only business was to regret.
Soon it all came to an end.
He was on the last stage of the mortal trend
He felt his beautiful life was in vain,
As he was regretting over some self created pain.
He could never fill happiness in his life’s silhouette.
Crossing by that street became is last regret.
Someone asked “ what is the thing you learnt from the life you met”
His last words were “ to regret all the time is the biggest regret”.

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The Gloomy Girl

Once there was a girl , all alone
In her crowded life ,she did everything on own.
She grew by seeing his misery
But ,still stood strong in the scarcity.
Shew grew more and saw her diseases
But , still stood by her till everything eases.
Shew grew more and saw more responsibilities
But ,still stood strictly on her studies.
She grew more and became even bigger in dreaming
Sacrificed her childhood in his upbringing.
But still stood erected
So nothing gets neglected.
Now, she grew and fell on the bed
But, there was no one to stand by her head.
No one was there to care for her as she lay
And ask her, ”are you okay?”
The one who even came once was not there to ask
They were again to tell their misery and give a new task.
But, this time she could not even stand
And so she lost all her friends.
Soon she made a friend named darkness
And married to her all time love , loneliness.
They walked with her to the grave 
She got nothing , How naive !
Once in a year; paid a visit to her eternal house
Some twigs coming with the wind that blows.
She was a mountain
Lost everything for others’ gain.
She never showed ,her head was filled with traumatizing swirls
After all that happened ,no one could understand that Gloomy Girl.

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Is there anyone?

Was thrown into a room, out of my will,
And locked the door from outside, as if to kill;
To kill my inner soul and scare it to death.
To make me beg for even a single puff of breath.
To them, the room had another door which led to somewhere,
But to me the door was to be found nowhere.
All I could see was pitch black,
My legs, they were tied with heavy sacs.
There was nothing I could do, it was not at all fun;
All I did was shout, “is there anyone?”

Anyone to hold me, hear me out?
Anyone not deaf to hear me shout?
Anyone who wouldn’t question me?
Anyone who wouldn’t blame me?
Is there anyone! To hear me cry?
To wipe my tears before they dry?
Anyone! To hear me and understand?
Anyone to help me stand?
Stand again on my feet still tied with those sacs,
And help me fill all the cracks?

But sadly I sat there crying by myself.
I banged the door, crying for help.
But everyone was obsessed with the other door.
That obsession made them deaf to hear my last roars.
The time was getting over to find the door, and I hadn’t found the keys.
All I did was shout, “is there anyone, please……….”

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Dustbin

On a busy night, near the streets as I stood,
When something felt off  nothing was good,
I saw a dirty, abandoned plastic bin,
The widely and popularly known as the DUSTBIN.
How it came and what it became were poles apart,
It must’ve been shiny but now it didn’t look smart.
Just for the sake of people, the unknown, the others,
It was shedding tiny pieces of its shine and colours.
Its unpleasant look was never his fault,
It was the result of society’s assault.
It could feel the disgust on people’s face as they used to smash,
Their very own, handmade trash,
And very easily make it the bin’s property,
And that naïve used to assume it as its responsibility.
Some angry smashes used to make the bin tremble.
It had the courage to still stand but never enough to rebel.
Eventually it couldn’t withstand other’s trash and it started to overflow.
It tried its best to hide but now it was open to show.
Everyone started to blame it, blind to understand,
But still that naïve had the courage to withstand but never enough to take its stand.
It had the intention to clean and create happy faces,
But all it got was dirt, anger and happiness in traces.
Maybe the traces were enough to live while having lost its originality.
Maybe that’s what we call its speciality.
At that very moment as I gazed at it and waited,
How the dustbin had felt its entire life and my feelings resonated.

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What have I become?

There are a lot of times , not some,
When I ask myself, “what have I become?”
What mould , was I put into?
Which path did I go through?
How come I land here?
How come nothing seems clear?

This was not a part of what I had imagined.
I don’t have a clue what happened,
But this was never the part of my plan,
I’ve started doubting the way I began.
This time I thought, I made the right time , but I was wrong,
I myself have become my least favourite song.
There was nothing to like about me,
I came to be flawless;
But now , I’m filled with flaws everyone can see.
I was prepared for the hardships, but to become something else,
Just so , those icy hard , stone cold heart melts,
But I don’t know what part did I ignore,
And now I have frozen them even more.
I came to become the ideal of those who mean the most to me,
But now if you find its opposite, you’ll always find me.
I don’t know , how and when it started to choke me down,
I wanted to be the reason of smile but became the reason of frown.

How did I create such a mess?
How did I become a reason of stress?
Why am I not able to express?
Why do I always feel compressed?
I thought I could fight it and overcome,
But God knows; what have I become?

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The last set

The voyage that I started when I was just two,
When , the sea I was entering, seemed new.
To the sea of dreams, I was exposed.
They say , it was for me to be forged,
To be forged into something shiny,
And for that I couldn’t be whiny.

The sea seemed huge and limitless,
And I was sailing through it effortless.
But the sea was filled with people like me,
Everyone’s face sparkled with an impish glee.
They are my companions and have always been,
I could never forget even a single face that I have seen.
We played , we fought , we laughed , we talked.
We cried , we slept , we bunked. We mocked.
Everyone on the same voyage to the same mission.
In the sea of dreams , we were all alone.
Yet together in every tide , high or low.
In every feeling, happiness or sorrow.

Throughout my expedition I switched many ships,
And encountered the different shades of the trip.
The captains and the crew were my biggest support.
The ones who showed me the way to my port.
Some felt strict, some friendly, some seemed dangerous, others quiet,
But the position they’ll have in my life will always be the highest.

With a blink of an eye , this expedition completed its 16 years,
And apparently it’s time for me to change my gears,
Because they say , this sea has reached its horizon,
And its time to face the sea’s new and bigger version.
Every companion will face a new sea,
Some far away while some with me.
The 16 years that I’ll never ever forget,
But apparently for now it’s the end , the best ; my last set.

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Reflection

Went on an excursion to find someone,
A person loved by no one.
A mind fully confused.
A heart extremely bruised.
Some ears deafened by taunts.
With no beauty to flaunt.
Some eyes blurred by tears.
Someone with lots of fears.
Some legs constantly shivering.
A mouth always bickering.
Someone with unhealable scars.
Someone who was never up to par.
Someone who has no one by their side.
Someone who got nowhere to hide.
I went everywhere to find it,
Got tired and thought to quit.
Suddenly I found a mirror.
Looked into it closely;
And my search was over.