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deceptive side

It takes ages, to surpass the bad you’re going through. It will take a plethora of seconds to realize your place in the situation, to sort out a solution, to admit that this is a deceptive side and you have a completely different view the other side of the same situation.

It doesn’t mean in anyway that the ‘grass is always greener on the other side’

You just can’t blame yourself for everything that happened. It simply means- you take time to realize what really happened and which is the right side.

The world is fast. It requires quick changes and it appreciates the quick people. But, if it’s not happening with you to change, then wait. Just get out of the crowd, stand in the middle of an extravagant space and breathe. There’s no wrong in halting or breathing slow, your tender veins need the time to revitalize and get the pace. 

Let the world run ahead. You walk, admire yourself and the things around you, take your time to explore the right side. Get away from the deceptive one.

There’s nothing wrong in walking through the right side rather than running breathless on the deceptive.

you can keep quiet
halt numb
how much ever you wish to
destress your fragile soul
it might take some more time
just a little more
to reach the other end
a line away
from this
‘deceptive’ side

Quietness is not weakness and know this- you are all the lights of the darkest hour, you’re brave.

Have a beautiful and calm day.


The Undone Obligations

His hands were speaking the same language since twenty-five years. The wrinkles had flattened, the broom’s handle marks were etched in his palm— on the brim of the facial wrinkles were his due responsibilities. Shaping his son’s career was his duty. The filth he swept away knew the taste of his tears, his sweat. The end was near and he wanted it to be that moment— waiting to be hit by any random vehicle that rushes past, hoping that to unhook him from his accountability, life’s selfish demands. The early morning rays fell subtly on his face, adding a glow to his undone jobs.

The pathway was clean, ready to hold fresh autumn leaves. He went and sat on the porch, leaning onto the pillar, dropping the broom. He waited.
Waited for his dead son, to fulfil his duties of shaping his son’s career who will never show up.

He was brimming with obligations, non-existent ones.