Let Go

Sometimes things are out of your hands;
Like a situation reaching a point,
Where you have no other option but to let go.
To let go of you ideas, your hopes, even your expectations;
And just let things flow.
Let the river of destruction take it’s course.
You can only be the dam holding it in for so long.
Let go before you break.
Let go before the situation breaks you.
Sometimes you can’t prepare for the worst;
You can think about it,
Stress about it,
Worry and be anxious over it.
But you will never be prepared for when the storm hits.
It will always be so many times worse than you imagined it to be.
So let go right now.
You’ll figure it out when the time comes.


They Stood


It brought tears to my eyes. It really did. All those people standing there shouting Pakistan Zindabad and Allah-u-Akbar after the horrifying incident that took place yesterday. All those people taking a stand and showing the enemy that no matter how hard you try to bring us down, we will stand tall and we will bring you down. All those people honoring the victims of the bomb blast at Wagah on 3rd November 2014. All those people looking the enemy in the eye and saying we will NOT back down, no matter how hard you try.

So here is a poem. Something to remind us long after about this day. Something to remind us of the day we took a stand. Something to remember the victims of the blast by. Something to remember the vigor of the people the next day. Something to remember for years to come. Something to prove that we must fight the enemy within.

I howled and howled long after it ended,

Long after all the worlds blended.

I watched them cry, I couldn’t help,

I watched the children shout and yelp.

I watched the happiness in their faces,

And afterwards, blood and traces.

I watched the transition in front of me,

And all those people happy and free.

Then I watched them be caged; and thrown away,

I watched them shatter like marble and clay.

I caressed their faces, their hands, their hair,

I tried to wake them, I tried to dare.

I whispered around, a secret song,

Hoping someone would prove me wrong.

I lost all hope, after a while,

And knew that there would be no smile.

And so I died down alone,

Preparing for stillness like a stone’s.

The night droned on; I feared the day,

Because I knew it would bring into play.

A fear in the hearts of the people around,

I knew, for days, there won’t be a sound.

But I am proud of the fact that I was wrong,

All these people seem really strong.

They didn’t sit home; with tears they came,

They showed the killers they were not the same.

They stood there and honored those who had died,

They stood there and honored those who still cried.

They stood there and for once made me believe,

That maybe even wind; could do more than blow leaves.

So I howled with them; in all their glory,

And now, with pride, I share their story. 


Grab at life.

Breathe in, breathe out;

Don’t scream or shout.

Do it once, and then repeat:

Take a bow, take a seat.

Blow a kiss to the kid at the back,

Keep your mind right on track.

It is all clockwork; all around time,

And this world of hate and crime.

It is the cuckoo which comes every hour,

And the North, guiding star.

Stand up straight and face the world,

When in turmoil feelings swirled.

Thus, grab at life when you have the chance,

And in the rain, learn to dance.



 One can never consent to creep,

When one feels an impulse to soar,

Determination hides deep,

In the centre of the core,

You must do the things,

“You think you cannot do” they say,

Just open your wings,

I know you’ll find the right way.

It takes courage to do what you want,

By people you might be stopped,

But once you take a stand,

Your resolve cannot be topped.

You must have valor,

And the drive,

Your life you’ll tailor,

At your destination arrive.

You can work wonders,

If you believe you can,

Even in thunders,

You stood fast and never ran.