When you have failed

In the chase of your dreams, you will get bruised
your honour will be trampled in the sewer of baser minds
your dreams will break and shatter in front of your eyes
you will not always succeed
for failure is bound to come
and if in such times
someone is able to stand by you
if someone is able to stand by you
when you have failed
never let them go.


Everything’s gonna be alright

Yes, you wanted that job real bad
and you are still hoping for that dream to come true
and it hasn’t happened yet.

Yes, you expected happiness after all that sorrow
and you have been struggling hard to find happiness
and it hasn’t found its way yet.

Yes, you tried your best
you have failed and you are waiting for success
and it is nowhere to be seen.

Yes, you are a bit tired now
you want to have all those things you wanted
and they are still miles away from you.

Yes, it does seem that there is no hope
that it is dark all the way
and that light won’t be found.

When you are faced with such times
remember that light will always find its way
if you are willing to look for it.

If you are ready to bear the light
after staying so long in the dark
light will come to you
and it will hurt for a while
but everything’s gonna be alright.

Don’t lose your spark

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I know you started out with a dream
and you tried to turn it into reality
your dream died while competing with many other dreams
but do not lose your spark.

I know now that your dream has died
it must hurt
but whatever happens, build your dream again
and do not lose your spark.

It may take a day
or years
to see your dream where you want to see it
keep working
do not lose your spark.

Many dreams will come
many will go
a few will live
many will die
but remember if your dream can make even
one face smile
for that one smile
do not lose your spark.

What they won’t tell you about following your heart

I envisioned a dream
And took a leap of faith
Not knowing where I’ll land
And I landed on my face
They all told me to follow my heart
Saying that it won’t lead me astray
What they didn’t tell me about following my heart
Is what to do when it breaks
And now I think I’ll be left behind
In this mad rat race.

When you are tired of being strong 

It was a long time ago
When she shielded her heart
Broken a little by her present
A little by her past
And she learned to act strong
In the face of adversity
So much that
She never lived fully
When the good days arrived
She doubted the bad it will bring
But in aridity
She learned to sing
One day someone left her again
Knowing that she was strong
So she could cope
Never did she feel so broken
Devoid of hope
Than when her strength finally broke her!

Cooking disasters

I was just sitting and thinking about running away from home when I realized it’s not a good idea especially when I can’t feed myself. Well, don’t take it seriously.

I just randomly felt that I should know how to cook. Plus one of my friends told me how he finds cooking therapeutic, so I decided to give it a try.

I started with Gobhi ka paratha since I had made parathas before, not stuffed ones, though. I was determined and I knew success would come. After all, my mother is such a brilliant cook. There must be something I inherited from her.

So, I made them. They looked perfect and I just wanted to admire them and cherish the victory and frankly didn’t want to eat them. I just wanted to keep them as a trophy 😀

But I was hungry and there was nothing else to eat. So I decided I will eat them. Who knew it would prove to be such a terrible idea. They were horrible! It felt like chewing on rubber and that too tasteless. The “cooking is therapeutic” idea just turned into “Screw it, I will just go buy myself a beer!”

Such tragedy I tell you. Plus I had decided not to go for booze. I was hungry and I just dialed up McDonalds and got myself stuff to eat. I am not attempting this thing anytime soon I tell you.

Also, my friend just asked me what cinnamon is and I am not going to tell you what I told her 😀 I just need to drop this idea of cooking altogether 😥

Not to lose heart

Often you will arrive
at some dead end
and you won’t know where to go
This road will be a lonely one
but move on, even if slow.

It won’t just be the fear of failure
that you must face
but also the wrath of some
even a little disgrace.

And though this road will be a lonely one
but in the corners you will find
a guiding light to make you carry on
so you don’t go blind.

Be afraid of falling
it will play its own part
and this one time you will need
either a lot of strength or a lot of stupidity
not to lose heart.

Not a wish granting factory!

Hope, they say, is everything
that you must stick to it
and not let it die
magic happens
even your fantasies,
they all come alive.
That’s what we have been told
that we must not be afraid to dream
but not taught how to carry on
and redeem
ourselves when a dream explodes
and burns us to the ground
leaves us with scars
and pain too profound.
Keep faith,
but do not be hell bent on hope
while you must be afraid of falling
you must also learn how to cope.
Excellence will be applauded
all else labeled satisfactory
Remember the world owes you nothing
for it is not a wish granting factory.

Perfections Imperfections!

Caught between the never ending struggle
to balance the perfect and imperfect
drenched in comparisons
fixing the wrecked
self that is too drowned in gloom
to accept ourselves
we give no room
not allowing dreams to fly carefree
always striving to be a success
forgetting to enjoy, basking in worry
not noticing the little beautiful things
that happen to pass by
and then complain about
a life so wry
pause a little
fail at a big dream and lose
only then you can enjoy the little that comes along
instead of slipping away into blues.

The value of failure

From a topper school kid
Crying for a mark that made his position slip
To a life that has known
Falls and great dips.
Fighting depression
Many days passed by
Overcoming defeats
Good moments left in the blink of an eye.
It no longer was a life to be lived
But only to survive
Meaningless searching for meaning
Futile attempts to not cry.
But as much as failure could try
It couldn’t break him apart
Or make him wry
Leaving a void casted in a new light
Turning him into a man who wouldn’t be afraid to try.
Now and then when he looks back
At those defeats
They look a little like victory
Because in the end its not the successes that will count
What will count, let that remain a mystery
So never be afraid to try
Because when you do so
The wings will let you fly.