Would She Win or Lose?

Dead and blank is her face.
Dull and empty are her days.
Missing her past, she begins to think.
Hours pass by, but her eyes don't blink.

Brutal assaults of life have made her numb. 
To all the demons, she wants to succumb.

Quivers her mind with the echoes of screams.

Bleeds her soul for all her shattered dreams.

The liquor of memories she continues to drink.
Would it one day make her fall off the brink?
Feeble she has grown by lethal plight.
Does she still have the nerve to fight?

Garden of her hopes is now sterile.
Would all her struggles turn futile?
Trapped she is in a quagmire of fear.
To her aim, would she ever get near?
Like a loser, would she face a tragic end?
Or her torn life would she finally mend?

Amrit Versha

A Group of Friends

I was sitting quietly in a cafeteria with a steaming cup of hot chocolate. The place was teeming with a variety of people. All I could hear was the indistinct chatter. I started sipping my mouth-watering hot chocolate. I was looking around casually when my eyes fell on a small group of two girls and three boys gossiping together. They were making small talks with widened lips and sparkling eyes. They laughed, ate, and drank with the most friendly gestures. I noticed those high fives, hugs, cheers and handshakes. They were so full of energy. They looked happy together. They were definitely good friends. I couldn't take my eyes off them. 

One of the girls was tall and lean. She was wearing a gorgeous red dress. Another girl was short and skinny. She wore a pair of spectacles and her get-up was rather simple. After observing this group of millennials for a while, I realised that not each one of them was really happy. Whenever the girl with eyeglasses tried to say something, she was abruptly interrupted. Her eyes had clear expressions of disappointment, alienation, and sadness.

But, her lips managed to maintain a plastic smile. When they were frequently taking selfies, she was rarely included in those clicks. I knew that she felt isolated. Even though she was a part of that group, she felt distant from them. She was trying hard to fit in, but it only brought despair to her. But, she hid all her emotions under that smiling mask. 

With this experience, I realised that smiles could be deceptive. 

Not everyone who smiles is really happy. And, most importantly, it is futile to try to match the people who just leave us with a feeling of exclusion. Friendship doesn't require efforts. This bond grows naturally. It is that simple!

Amrit Versha

An Unheard Tale

Oh my firmament so clear and blue,
where would I get to find you?
Oh my sweet and bright sunlight,
you deserted me in this dull night.

In the quest of a silvery shine,
I've lost a lifetime of mine.
Inferno is my mind of thunder and spark,
where melancholy is its tyrannous monarch.

Sinking I am into the depths of hell.
Unseen are my tears, unheard is my yell.
There in my heart lies a divine tale.
A saga of courage, a saga of wail.
In the chaos of my head lies one clear view.
The world will some day know my story, too.

Amrit Versha