This too shall pass

This too shall pass,
Yet another assurance to give,
But, still the same old chores.
A mundane soul wanders around,
Buried under mediocrity and overwhelm,
Breathing upon self condolences
That hardly last any long
A search for self peace, becomes
yet another matter of stress.
Never mind the extra burden,
A detour, a short break, little smiles,
Few moments of delight,
But, everything becomes null,
As arrives yet another dreadful night,
For tomorrow anxiously awaits,
The same old mundane routine.
This too shall pass, this too shall pass,
Good night.


Day 42 : The Best Day of My Life

February 11 : Whoa! What’s the most surreal experience you’ve ever had?

Amid darkness I took shape
inside a slimy place
with a constant beating noise
the annoying echo of the fluid gushing around
so caught up and constrained,
nothing to see or feel,
in boredom and annoyance I began to kick
hither and thither everyplace I could reach
for days I kept on doing it
till I could finally take it no more

with all my might I began to push
lower and lower as much as I could
struggling through the narrow path
overcoming all the resistance it had
inch by inch I vigorously moved
till finally I could feel a chill on my head
for the first time I was away from all that sticky fluid
all that hard work finally was paying off
as I slowly broke free from the slimy cage
breathing the fresh air of freedom
with a wail of joy I began to cry
amid all the hardship and suffering 
I finally won my long fought war
from the darkness of my mothers womb
I finally stepped into this beautiful world
such a moment it was, such a victory it was,
such a day it was, the best day of my life…
the day was when I was born…

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Day 41 : The Wrong Class

February 10 Teachable moment You have to learn a new skill. Do you prefer to read about it, watch someone else do it, hear someone describe it, or try it yourself?

I never knew “What love was?”
until we became close friends,
those long phone calls piling up my bill,
those endless conversations in the coffee shop,
everything seemed so innocent, so pure,
unaware of the turmoil in my heart,
you had share all your secrets with me,
how beautiful you looked with those tears in your eyes,
your sparkling teeth when you laughed out loud,
everything about you was just so perfect,

I never knew “What a heartbreak is?”
until I proposed you, shed my feelings in front of you,
that look on your face of shock and disgust,
your empty eyes staring at me, as if interogating me,
my love; a breach of trust it was for you,
even that day, you had tears in your eyes,
but it didn’t make you look beautiful anymore,
for my eyes were wet and everything looked so hazy,
I didn’t knew, a confession would end our relation,
for had I known the consequences, I would had stayed quiet,
in my heart would had burned forever the desires,

I realized my mistake bit too late,
for now, my phone bills are nothing more than monthly charges,
the sips of coffee hardly last for a minute too long,
everything now seems just so dull and mundane,
in a flash, within few minutes, everything was just lost,
I thought I had learned “What is love?”,
but I guess, I had enrolled in the wrong class.

Day 39 : The day of terror

February 8 : Karma chameleon :Reincarnation: do you believe in it?

Promised to us humans,
is the day of Resurrection,
the day when the accounts will be settled,
from dust, bones, ashes and no matter,
what form a man would had been decomposed,
he will be recomposed into one body,
the way he was while he was alive.

in front of his Lord he will appear,
trembling like a baby lamb,
for his books of deeds would be wide open,
all the deeds he did on the earth,
will appear one by one, whether public or hidden,
not a single detail would be left out,

how terrifying the atmosphere would be,
when the liar wouldn’t be able to lie,
the oppressor wouldn’t be able to oppress,
every soul shall taste the outcome of his sins,
every soul shall find his final abode,
a place where he shall live forever,

what a day it would be, full of terror,
but only for those who wronged their own souls,
for the one who lived upon the commandments of his lord,
shall find a place of rest,
that no eyes have seen,
no ears have heard of and no mind has thought of,
how beautiful will be the reward of those who were righteous,
of those who feared their Lord.

Day 37 : {Incomplete Story}

February 6 : Choose your adventure Write a story or post with an open ending, and let your readers invent the conclusion.’

In a place, unheard and unseen,
once lived a fairy queen,
with her fragile wings,
her spotless beautiful face,
gliding through the clouds,
singing songs of joy and serenity…

In a place, wretched and wicked,
once lived a devil king,
with his teeth protruding out,
his scary face full of scars,
destroying everything he hates,
spreading havoc everywhere…

unknown of each other’s existence,
in a separate time and space, they lived,
passing their life in their own world,
but, fate always love to twist its tale,
for one unfortunate day, along with the wind,
she drifted far away from her land,
but, how innocent was she,
instead of feeling scared and frustrated,
she kept on singing her beautiful songs,
enjoying her new destiny.

But, how evil, was this twist in fate,
for the land she landed upon,
was the sanctuary of the evil king,
unknown of her future in this evil place,

Anyone who reads this should complete it… if not I’ll complete is at the end of the month…

Day 29 : A Deserted Street

January 29 Through the window Go to the nearest window. Look out for a full minute. Write about what you saw.

a sunny afternoon and a deserted street,
no sign of life, no sign of movement,
few papers, few bags, rolling around,
mundane and lifeless, boring and lonely,
what is there more to describe?
it seems like a ruined, abandoned, place,
but sadly, it looks too familiar,
as if God has painted my life on the street,
no sign of life, no sign of movement,
few hopes, few dreams, flying around,
mundane and lifeless, boring and lonely,
a dead heart struggling to beat,
what is there more to describe?
a sunny afternoon and a deserted street,
nothing new, just a mirror reflection of my life(?)

Day 20 : Few Chapters

January 20 Breaking the law : Think about the last time you broke a rule (a big one, not just ripping the tags off your pillows). Were you burned, or did things turn out for the best?

Sins after sins, 
the slave committed,
without any contemplation,
without any remorse,
thinking he will repent,
when his hairs grow grey,
unaware of the reality that
the shadow of death 
always lured around him
he was drowned in enjoyment
negligent and carefree,
as he got struck 
with the sword of death
a bitter surprise and he closed his eyes,
now, forever, will he burn in hell,
for he thought he will repent 
when the old age will come,
but little did he knew that
the chapters in his
book of life were few.