Memories

It's a strange place, this world 
where all the happiness
ends up in don't-remind-me-of-that account.


When memories become pain
when good moments bring tears 
when love gets lost
when life becomes a punishment.


Great is the memory of heart,
greater even than that of brain
that it stores each moment
and shows it with impeccable clarity
even a million years late.


When occasions become I-miss-you days
when dreams become wish-you-were-here messages
when darkness becomes I-need-you time
when life becomes I-love-you gift.


Every moment leaves behind 
a different impression on heart.
Happiness becomes fake 
pain becomes the truth.


When each tragedy relates to you 
when each tear signifies valentine
when each helicopter means remembrance
when each star becomes paramour.


Let it go,
don't lose yourself,
this is it,
forget it.


When these words
cease to exist.


Memories become drugs
a necessity for survival,
light in a dark stable,
hope in a corpse.


I wish I could let it go
wish I could forget
but I know it's futile.


For memories are embedded deep
at par for even water to reach.


Everything fades away
with waves, with time
and the only things that do survive
are nothing but memories
that shape your life 
and shadow your each step
and make it hard to forget,
make it impossible for you to let it go.


Memories are bliss,
memories are curse,
and in the end,
memories are all that matter!

A GOOD WOMAN!

A good woman 
not call thy she
who does good
but in fact the one
who shows she is good.


Manipulations are the aka
of honour killings,
asking people politely
permission to slaughter them.


A good woman
hath understand 666,
a good woman
brings the dice to no. 6.


A good woman
kills but never dies.


So is the truth of the world.


Survivors are regretted,
murderers are worshipped,
empathisers are laughed at,
sympathizers are laughed with.


Strange is the programming of the world.
A good woman outside
is no good a woman inside
and the vice versa is kicked aside.


Peculiar is the composition of the Earth,
Earth is 'She' 
but those living on it hate her who becomes 'she'.


But one querry that remains unanswered.
Who will be worshipped
when truth comes out.
'She' or her who pretends to be 'she'.


Fourteen years I've spent
unveiling the mystery never revealed
try now you until you succeed
all good women and those who pretend,
answer: who is 'SHE'?

THE CHOICE!

Life is the ultimate mystery
an individual ever encounters.


Life is a secret,
the beginning of death
the truth flanking a lie
and a choice waiting to be made.


 For the ultimate man is that
who makes the choice.


What we choose today
chooses for us our tomorrow.


But is making choice so easy?


If it were,
man wouldn't have been different.


What you are
is not determined by your talents
but by the choices you make.


Demons resides in every heart
and so does God
But evil or good we are
depends on the choice we make.


"Whatever you do in life
will be insignificant
but it's very important that you do it....
"cause no one else would."


Whatever choice you make today
will make a very small difference in the world
but what every insignificant drop of water
that has made the ocean
had thought the same? 


So make the choice
for it is not only your future
that depends on it
but the entire world's


Choose
whether you'll be great or grounded
whether you will be perfect or perfected.


Choose
between love and life
between wealth and wisdom
between truth and lie


Choose
for without choice there is no life
for O'Parth, you will choose something, right?


Choose between yes and no
choose between 'me' and 'you'
choose the path of the world


And once you've made that choice,
once you've chosen to make the choice,
make the ultimate choice.


Choose, my friend,
to be a man!