They say....

If you don't become a Sun,
We'll marry you off to a Sun
So you can at least be a moon,
A beautiful sight to behold.

Reflecting your spouse's light,
Blazing smile plastered on lips,
Diamond in glory on fingers,
A beautiful sight to behold.

I say...

As scant as my light is today,
Never will I become a moon,
I, a star from far away to see,
A beautiful sight to behold.

Always on the move forward,
Ye don't have to wait long to see
Me become a blazing bright star,
A beautiful sight to behold.

Sink in a posh, wayward dream boat
Or come ashore in a torn reality boat

Seek and crave for one fairy tale ending
Or live tiny fairy tale moments with joy

Hear and believe beautiful lies
Or brace yourself for ugly truths

If you encountered such crossroads
Which ones would choose to travel?

O friend,
You were radiating light so bright
I got blinded and could hardly see.
I tried to run away and hide,  
Building a barricade,
Hiding inside a cave,
Afraid of even a point light,
Not understanding you.
You got hurt.
You tried to understand.
You tried to make me see.
You reduced your brightness
So I could see you unafraid,
Believing I would see one day.
Never giving up,
You believed in our friendship.
I opened my eyes as you believed.
But it was a bit too late.
You'll be leaving my dear friend!
I’m sorry for hurting you absconding!
You shine bright like a Sun now too!
But I’m not afraid of the brightness!

Broken into million tiny pieces,
Scattered as a thousand shards,
Torn apart by mindless gossips,
Plunged with a dozen knives
Plated with jealousy and greed,
Got run over by fake concerns,
Bitten by some parasitic humans,
Toppled down by intolerance,
Stamped down by indifference,
Abused by few immodest ones,
Died because of immoral some,
Got choked helping a handful,
Poisoned by loneliness for long
                      Is me.
I tied the noose a million times
But could tighten it never ever
As glints of hope always remained.
My knees are almost giving away.
Yet here I stand!  I stand.  I live.

Standing beside me was a huge tree
With branches spanning a vast space,
Tender fresh leaves in wiggling spree,
Radiating liveliness to people who gaze.

Days, months and seasons had passed,
It's last leaves were withering unwillingly.
It stood then all bare with leaves none,
A breathing epitome of ephemeral life.

A home to many creatures once,
nobody spares it a second glance.
Mercilessly, from it's lively home,
It's roots have been coldly uprooted,
Shifted to some distant old-age home.

At times,
Why is a bye sweeter than a hi?
Why does feeling low feel high?
Why does being alone not feel lonely?
Why does pain feel like a sweet candy?
Why does being clean feel little *****?
Why does being perfect feel a tint ******?
Why does serenity feel like a cacophony?
Why does silence feel like a symphony?
I wonder why!