If You Don’t Change It— You Choose It!

Just because my love couldn’t survive ;
Doesn’t mean your love would meet the same fate.
I have the feeling of being left alone in the world full of people and that’s what I hate;
There’s everyone and everything but why this one person who couldn’t value you is in your flashback.
Why isn’t it easy to focus and find the locus,
I have forgotten it all .. the goods and bads,
But why does my mind gives it a rewind .
I just want to smile and laugh with no grudges in heart ,
Why is life such a complex art,
Which you can draw but can’t rub !
Why is Redrawing on a blank canvas so tough ??
Just because you cant decide where to start and how to start..
So, wake up and wash all your tears away,
Pick up the colors and fill the canvas with this personalized spray..
You heard this right…personalized spray
Your choice , your colors, your decisions
Because someone said it right…

If you don’t change it …You choose it.

Bihari momos or Pitha

I didn’t throw that dart….

My pain cannot be healed

Since emotions can’t be sealed

In the so called human heart

Where you weekly throw a dart

Right in the middle

It now pains so little

I am not an object

That’s why I object

But you didn’t object

Because you faked

Always since the start of the journey

You lied ,you faked

Now my emotions are being baked

In the oven of your happiness

Had not I been so strong

The oven would have roasted me as a whole

And would have produced love sprinkled khole

Which can only be used on waterline

Since it pains…it hurts…..when it crosses the borderline

And you continue to decline

I didn’t throw that DART……

What I have to pay for your love

I didn’t know I would have to pay so much ,

For loving you, choosing you to love me in hush-hush.

I thought love to be as simple as curry,

But I found it as tough as bark of full grown tree.

As per you……

It takes time to be mature,

Because it’s the only cure.

I will take some time to understand you,

So no part of your life is left due.

But I said……

Mature is not for amateurs…

Let’s not bind our love…

Let it fly like dove.

But time flied ..

And our love died.

You tried to be mature..

And I was so amateur…

Was it the only reason,

Think and broaden your vision.

Love is indefinable..

It’s just unconditional.

Just go with the flow and love the world..

Else the time will fly and one day you will die…