Yes, it’s for those who think of suicide,
(For) Life is getting difficult, so……suicide.
Life is a burden, so….suicide;
Life is boring, so……….suicide;
Life is a betrayal, so………suicide;
Life is sad, so…….suicide.
* * * *
Complaints unending,
Because constraints hindering,
Vision smashed.
Mission mashed.
Hopes dashed.
Living gashed.
* * * *
Just wait a minute,
Think of you, only You,
It’s you who just the other day,
When looked at breaking of a day,
Over Tiger Hill,
Got lost in dazzling gold and creamy crimson
Layered on snowy peaks,
Cried in joy.
When furry Kash swayed in breeze,
You stopped by the bridge,
To take in the beauty,
Of the wavy glee.
* * * *
Take a night out,
To traverse your town,
The roads and station,
To see the people lying on the wayside.
After a day’s hard labour
How they slip into deep slumber.
They are unentitled
So the flow of life guaranteed.
You are entitled
So are you crucified
By desires amplified.
Take the real you out of you
To get to see,
The sunrise and sunset,
The happy glow and the lengthening shadow,
Which your life is made with.
It’s so elemental,
Don’t go beyond.
Don’t upset the rhythm
Your life is set with.
It’s the measure
That is life, my dear.
Don’t fulminate,
Only facilitate,
A journey.
That’s the key
To make your life realize
A dream.
Protect it.
Don’t close it.