Better Tomorrow

The sunshine in the morning,
the chilly winds of the evening.
All they do is make me realize,
That this was a good day indeed.

The view from the window,
the sound from next door.
Giving us a company to tell,
That we here are not alone.

Changing trends of travels,
Increased chatting from tech.
Says people you need are near,
What you need to do is call.

Hope comes from believing,
Trust comes from attempting.
You just have to live for,
There is a better tomorrow

Wrote in view of the mental health week for people who may be having suicidal thoughts.

The story of a story

Once upon a time, the story just began.
It was the story of a foal and of a man.
The foal spent his days galloping in the garden,
the man spent his evening feeding and straddled.

The days went by in the life of the yearling,
as began his training under an expert handling.
The journey of the stallion finally had began,
as he was ridden all around the track and land.

No distance seemed too long for his hooves to fly,
and no hurdles too hard for the reins to climb high.
The days were fast paced and the nights silent,
the ground just a blur and the stables resting stop.

The highway looked like a distant dream, from the
 window of his trailer he screamed. 'Let me run free'.
He wanted to run, gliding past everything his eyes could see
and more, maybe have fun, with no hand controlling his actions.

The dream remained just that, as he raced and raced,
and also fathered away many a foal of his own. Yet,
His energy was in vain but he did not want to fail,
but the body was weakening and the muscles aching.

Finally.
The horse just laid on the field and never got back,
and the man wrote this story of the horse that he had.

Language

I wish I could understand a dog,
I could hear the tales full of fun,
I could learn the lessons of loyalty,
I could know the news of streets.

I wish I could understand a horse,
I could hear the winds of nature,
I could learn the ways of frolic,
I could know the speed of forest.

I wish I could understand a fish,
I could hear the sounds of water,
I could learn the beauty of depth,
I could know the strength of team.

Yet I can only understand a human,
He tells me tales of his conquest,
He teaches me the art of deception,
He finds the meaning of hypocrisy.

Languages may be endless but the heart is what is meant to be conveyed. 

Desire

Raising that castle in sand,
I wanted it to stand forever.
Breaking at waves in ends,
I wanted to ride with them.

Cultivating those roses today,
I wanted them to spread away.
Collecting mangoes in my tin,
I wanted them to drop in bin.

Walking down the road alone,

I just wanted some company.

Travelling the road with her,

I just wanted some silence.

Working everyday so hard,

I just wanted a vacation.

Stuck in the mountain side,

I just wanted to get home.

Life is a big Question

Life gives you disappointments and you in turn give them back to people. There is nothing more good and still malignantly evil as HOPE. Hope is the power on which the future of mankind lies, as men get elected to power in a democracy using hope as a tool, while some extremist groups create terrorists using their hope of better life in the afterlife.  Even the people who believe or seek solace in religion are nothing more than hopeful people. They are the ones who hope for a higher justice and seek the paranormal help to obtain it. They believe in hope of finding truth and peace even in the acts of benevolence and prayer. Maybe I do not know how to live in this world. As I have seen that hoping in hope just gets people into trouble. A gambler bets his hard earned money for the slim hope of getting a greater reward. Yet I have also seen that without hope some people I met could not have survived their turmoils. It is hope that makes a lot of relationship stand for long times and same hope that lets the bad ones run longer. Hoping to find a perfect mate brings people together as they search for connections. While hoping too much just create multiple doubts and distances. Sometimes I just want to give up on hope and try to achieve utter and complete hopelessness. Yet as I think about it, I do not want to hope to be hopeful about giving up Hope.

The last para does not even tell you half the story about the confusion of my mind.  In life there are many big questions that we ask ourselves in our loneliness. Questions like: Will someone care when I die ? Is there someone who actually cares when I am hurt ? Is there somebody who would remember me for what I am or recognize the sacrifices I have made ? Do people really like me or they are there just for their own motives.

For years now, I have been analyzing as I met more and more people. I have seen that appearance or how you look affects the perceptions of people the most. I am not even talking about the judgement that people give based on first look but even the long term friendships and relationships are based on it. This prejudice always exist in every part of the world but in different form. Even the gender and ethnic based racism are just the advanced form of this particular bias. All my life I have attempted to look beyond the stereotypical idiosyncrasies of the masses while trying to make new friends. Yet deep in the mind, the thought remains as I watch them avoid people who they deemed do not look good.

It makes me think about the bigger question. Would my friendship with some of them have existed if I had looked any different. Is the truth of the statement "I love you no matter how you look" nonexistent. It does not even matter about the looks if the character is questioned but then surprisingly it is not.