Was that a nightmare ?
or a true-false play
portrayed by an absconding daydream .
was that the day when I was born ?
The day when my father’s business collided .
Was that the same day , when I was sleeping
sleeping on my mother’s lap , I was cursed .
Did they curse the very young soul ?
what was it for ? For bringing
flaunted misery to his own family .
Curse for bringing the worst days for them .
Was that the reason to curse me ? At all uberous by their side ?
Was I quiet ? or did I shout ?
Did I throw words to their foolish mouth ?
I couldn’t , because I did not have the power .
Power to show brutality and anger .
I was miffed .
Quite like a shouting tree, but the anger ,
that I pressed inside my blood , was like a bleeding storm .
Was that the uttered ugly day , when I lost hope ?
Hope from the humanity ?
And faith ? Did I ever smell its taste ?
An awful existing word buried in timid tragic .
I was happy in her womb ,
some about 17 years back ,
but now I rest my life attached with a detached soul .
Oh you ! Believe me ! Please listen to me ,
I was not the one , who was born that day .
The best yoga of a day is reading a poem or a book .....A complete peace of mind and a refresher .... Things become easy when u have a complete mental peace .... Stop each and every work for 2 minutes , read a poem and i bet you will feel fresh all over again :)