Why?

Some lived their own will, some lived other's,

dents in the spirit, bruises on their heart,

like a shopping bill, crushed and crumbled, outside the mart,

fallen to pieces, like tiny little diamonds in the sky so deep,

dried the body, heart and soul with all the tears I could weep.

Maybe someday, somewhere, sometime,

I may find the answer to here I am, Why ?.

till then, for you to get better,

written on my grave, in silver capital letters;

'roses turned black,

footsteps faded away,

life is long gone by'.

I wrote this piece in 2015 when my left knee and ankle were fractured during college. I used to sit day and night on the balcony of my floor in the midst of the mesmerizing beauty of Shimla.

Spent the days with the birds flying high,

I, with the stick, helps me walking by.

Gazing at the stars in the night,

I wondered, how they shined so bright.

Dappled through the iris in my eye,

reminds me of the reason, here I am, Why ?.

A million bokeh firing at my eyes,

to a man wearing a mask, a disguise.

A billion tears hidden in my vice,

reminds of the reason, here I am,

Why ?.