CHOICES | GAMBLE OF LIFE

"Stars In your multitudes,
Scarce to be counted;Filling the darkness"
©Dayeetachaudhuri

Piece of some countless memories 

I forgot in the way;

Maybe it’s the sacrifice for the 

endless success I pray.

Now every night when I count the stars;

There are so many familiar faces that appears.

Putting myself in front of everything

would bring me ultimate joy , I thought

but what about the stories that meant nothing

what about the names I forgot.

It was a sunny day when I left home,

It was my mind that kept me so stubborn.

Pointless arguments that I made with myself;

But looking back it was

 truly a day of darkness......

Following my heart seemed so right to me.

I never looked back at the  nest I flee.

There was no glimpse of confusion;

Up until I felt it was the mind

 that kept the heart in illusion.

The sins that I made, I seek for forgiveness;

So I came under the star at my time of blindness.

Here I am; waiting for my price to receive.....

But oh lord! There is no one left to forgive.

How a simple truth can make life, a lie

That everybody I left has been departed from life

What a punishment I have to bear

 through my whole existence.

As there is nobody here to miss my absence

"Choose your present by looking at the past 

that can surely glory your future.

Oh! Tiny little star.

How you wonder where you are

Fallen from the sky with utmost delight

So why do you ever cry

Is it the change of your sight?

 Or the sadness of night?

I see the stairs to the heaven front of me

Rising up in the sky …..to the place where it should be

Taking each steps I realize the play

It is leading to the bottom where there are souls who slay

End of the line …..I heard a thousands of chanting bell

Now I see my destination  ,

It’s the open door of hell!!!

Leaving the world behind to chase your dream follows greater consequences than a person can bear,

So if it is the ultimate goal that you want then wait and prepare yourself for every possible situation and every possible outcome that you have to leave.Most importantly judge it with an immense sense of mind is it really worth losing what you deserve as a human being.Time passes and  regrets remain unchanged .It can not be reversible at a point of time.So choose your present by looking at the past that can surely glory your future.

Love's Last Letter |

To,

A Broken Heart

When you thought you owned my heart I said I was scared to fall in love again. Faith and hope passed me by. You fooled the heart when you touched your lips. The gentle feel that ran through the chest, the magical kisses I felt on the waist.  You said I tasted like the old wine, was best to drink for the whole night. I gave life to your thirsty soul.

 Darling, that was all you needed. I became the same bottle you opened every night and enjoyed the pleasure of the same old wine. Waited by my phone all day long for the voice that  never talked to me ,waited for those texts that never brought a smile, longed for the care that you barely showed, baby, they made me mad.

 Never wanted to argue, never meant to start a war. Didn't wanna break a heart, didn't wanna tear us apart. I put you up so high with my love, you stoop down so low. You carefully hid the triumph of your lust behind the truth you faked in your eyes.

 Tried to walk away, but you hit so hard. You threw me, you tied me, I fought you, you hurt me. Hated the blame games that gave the scratches, the bruises underneath my skin. Burns of cigarettes and broken bottles never worried you. But, the wars had to stop. We came to an end.

Now I am free from the constant pain. Free from the yelling and condemning for the reasons I've never understood.  But that day, you laid hands on me, burnt the memories we made, where the heart slowly died, you let me burn, you let me bleed....you lost what once you owned.

Baby, I'm never coming back. You thought you conquered the pride. You cannot put me down, you cannot lock me in. You cannot beat this storm into submission.

If you are the beast whom I left forever, then I'm happy to break a heart.

But still the night scares me. It is just the scars that burn. The scars, they tell the tale of how I healed.

It is just another silence that cries with me. The pale moon gleams on the words poured in just another paper.

This is just another goodbye.

Yours,

The name you never asked