Cigarettes and Stitches

Cigarettes and Stitches 

Life is not all so difficult 

With problems that we feel 

Are just something that we made it ourselves 

And blame our luck for the problems.

We all have just one life to live 

With nothing we want to be left to regret 
We all have one shot which is enough 
But what is life for those who have missed their shot

What about the people who have lost a lot 
Than with what they have had 
Sacrificing parts of life which were far valuable to them 

Their lives have been like a whirlpool 
Where only their happiness sinks away 
How can they think about the happy things in life 
They are lost in their world of mystical memories 

Memories of their happy days where life was worth living for 
When all the things that were there in their lives 
Meant to lead to the path of happiness 
Who thought that life will never be the same 

With the things now lost in the sands of time 
Only darkness is that which surrounds us 
Will time ever help stitch our wounds 
Or will we just be lost in the mere memory of the old times 

Will we be able to get past it 
Or will the cigarettes be our only lifeline. 

The Day That the Sky Turned Red

The Day The Sky Turned Red

The day had just started 

With people living their normal lives 

Just like they did the day before 

With no regrets on their minds 

Life was so monotonous 

It was just as boring as midsummer afternoon

With no such good thing to do 

And people trying to fight with their daily ordeals 

Being in school was a hard task for a child 

With children coming with no will 
Only being forced to go to the prison that we all thought it was
With the teachers giving an hard day 

And life moving in its pace 
Never had they thought what was to come was a tornado 
With that the entire world would be the victims 
And the future of the world will end 

A gale of terror was flowing through them 
With the future doing everything to protect each one 
Slowly and slowly they chose them and made them the victims 
The ones who would change the future would be nevermore 

And the raven of death lurking over them 
As each and every chirp of its claiming a new victim 
Down they all fell like an old demolished buildings 
Yet some fought to protect them but were charred by the raven 

145 souls were executed just to please the devil 
With the ravens still flying high 
With the sky filled with tears shed and bangles smashed 
With grief filling in the atmosphere 
And sky turned red with the bloody souls 

The Wait

The Wait

How strange Humans are 

With their problems and life moving on 

They still wait for something good to happen 

At times they wait for a storm to pass and 

At times they wish the happiness to remain 

Waiting for people is somewhat strange 

Even when we have nothing to do we wait for things to change 

From a bad day at the office we wait for things to be better 
To the fights we have with our loved ones 

We all have been waiting for something
Even things which have been gone away 
Far away where life would never be the way it used to We all wait for something

From the times when we all have 
Been tormented and tortured by the thoughts of the past 
The abuse and fights to the lashing out and mood swings that they had 
We still are waiting for them to realize their mistakes

We all have been waiting for something haven't we?
From the times that we wasted waiting for love to come into our life 
Which will sweep us off our feet 
To the wait for the torture to end when everything around us is a mess

Time does whiz by 
At a speed that we are only left with memories 
Memories of the past where we wish to be lost and never be found 
To the sight of us being happy then and wish if it only stayed like this forever 
It is just us and our loneliness that makes us drown in the memories 

If only we could have relived them 
We wouldn't have to wait 
The missed opportunities to the wasted chances 
From the realization of the mistakes to the wait of a reply 
If only we had all the time in the world then life would have been simple

The Reply

The Reply

How difficult it is to understand this life

With all that we people want are different things 

With all we want are the things which are mortal 

And not anything that can define our existence 

We all fight for the things that do nothing good for us 

What about the things meant for us 

What about love, respect and family 

We all have never had replies for things like these 

We all have lived this life waiting for a reply to the things we asked for 

What if the questions we ask may change our lives forever 

It would have been an easy life if we knew them 

Instead of waiting for ages for a yes 

We had asked for a lot of things 

From things like love, peace and happiness 

All of us wished it to be yes 

Growing old just waiting for that reply

I had asked someone to be there for me 

From my testing times to my victories 

My vulnerable points to my strengths 

I just wanted her to be by my side where ever I go 

To what state of mind I am in

The wait for replies to these questions does kill us 

Thinking what if it is a no 

Will everything be the same after that 

What if she never replies will I be able to focus on my goals 

What if it is a yes will she be with me till the end 

These replies do change the entire nature of ours 

How one yes can change our mood and low days to being the best days 

How one no can create bitterness in our lives and relationships 

These replies kill people every time 

The wait for these replies are torture in itself