Chilli on the Floor

I woke up early,

Maybe 3 a.m. or 4.

I don't know.

I didn't check my phone.

It felt like

There was still

Some night left,

So I went back to sleep.

I woke up again,

Got ready for work—

In shirt,

Finding belt,

This and that—

And accidentally

Stepped on the chilli

On the floor.

I moved on,

Thinking someone

In the house

Might have missed it

While cooking or something.

It'll be gone,

I said to myself.

Then I went to work.

I came back,

Unpacked my stuff

And all that.

While going to rest

On the sofa,

I stepped on

The chilli again.

"Nobody cleans properly

In this house,"

I muttered—

But loudly.

And then it hit me,

Like an iceberg

To the Titanic.

I live alone.

There are no appointed maids.

It was me

Who mistakenly

Dropped the chilli

On the floor.

And I am the one

Who's supposed to clean it.

I realised this

Much later,

Somewhere in

The matrix of life:

Most problems,

Small or big,

Are often because of

Something we have done.

Although some things

Just happen—

For the love of Matrix.

And we are the ones,

Sometimes the only ones,

Who have to get ourselves

Out of them

And deal with the problems.

Chilli on the floor.

Dogs and Foxes

I was walking 

Home after

Busy day at work

Got the flour

And some vegetables 

To cook 

At home

I dumped the bag

Somewhere on the sofa

Turned on the tv

Because 

The background noise

Feels company 

When I'm all alone

Had dinner

Went for a walk

Calm night

Calmer city 

Nothing can ever 

Go wrong 

I said to myself 

A group of dogs

Attacked a 

Kid nearby the hut

Before I 

Or the parents 

Could intervene 

The damage was

Already done

We complained 

The government 

The beauracry 

And all others

Everyone in between 

It didn't matter

Because the kid

Has left this world

The things

she could've done

And the greatness 

She could've achieved 

All gone

In vain

Because the dogs

Were involved 

With the government 

And the people below

Just didn't know that

Whatever Can Happen

It's true

That something

Has happened.

It's also true

That something

Will happen.

It might be good news,

Or bad news,

Or just news.

Whatever it is,

Or whatever

It will be,

Is not in my hands,

Not in yours,

Not in ours.

We do have

Certain decisions

To make,

Of course.

But whatever can happen

Will happen.

And whatever has happened

Is irreversible.

So close your eyes

And pray

To the Gods

You believe in,

Or the ones

Who believe in you.

And if you fall,

Promise yourself

One thing:

Stand again.

Rise

And in that

Situation,

I thought,

"Oh, this could've

Ended up being that."

But it didn't.

I sat on a bench,

Took a deep breath,

And looked up

At the sky.

I didn't see God.

Maybe there is one.

But my eyesight

Was probably covered

By tears.

On that long,

Deep breath,

I remembered a quote

From Interstellar.

Murphy's Law

Doesn't mean

Something bad

Will happen.

It only says

Whatever can happen,

Will happen.

And I don't regret

A day in my life.

No,

This could've been that.

That could've gone like this.

But I'm here.

And I'm okay.

So thank you, God.

Although

We don't talk much

These days.

Because I don't want

You to be my ATM.

I just want

You to know.

Like the old man said,

I might lose.

I might fall.

But I will stand again.

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Absolute Freedom

I Woke up

From a bad dream

I was in prison

For the crime

I didn't commit

I told my lawyer

I didn't do it

But he told me

There was nothing

They could do

As all the

Evidence

Weren't in my side

I prayed to God

All the old and new ones

The one i believed

And the ones

I didn't even

heard Name of

To get me

Out of this message

There was nothing much

I could do

Than staring

At the wall

And see the sun

Set in the prison window

I didn't want to escape

Because eventually

They'll catch me

I would never

Run out tne fate

I decided

It is best if I just

Accept the fact

That it is the fact

Early morning

They woke me up

For execution

I was prepared

Mentally and physically

I didn't had any last wish

Or things like that

I was prepared

Oh i said that already

That's okay anyway

While they made me

Stand on the thing

And prepared for

The execution

Someone from crowd

Stood up and shot me

I was prepared

For the execution

But i wasn't

Remotely prepared

For the gun attack

I died

And woke up

In shock

Realised it was

Just a dream

And got back to my

Life I love and adore

Freedom

No imprisonment

Just mortgage

EMI and regular bills

Absolute Freedom

Or is it not??

Strange Life

Hold that thought,

I said to myself,

While I was thinking

Of something.

And in the middle of it,
I thought of another thing
Which I didn’t
Want to lose track of.

I thought
I would remember,
Obviously —
Because I’m a genius,
I said to myself.

When I came home,
I was sitting there,
Coffee, music,
And just chilling.

And then I remembered —
“Oh, I remembered something.”
But I kept it aside
To remember later.

But now
I cannot remember
What it was.

Life is strange
In such a way.

Not everyone
Gets food.
And some people
Don’t even have someone
Who asks
If they ate.

We believe
Life is good,
Love is eternal,
Money is just paper
Made by man.

But you're discarded
When you don’t earn.
Kept aside
When you lose value.
Called a destiny,
Or a corpse,
The moment
You take your last breath.

Life be like that
Sometimes.

In the end,
It’s each man
For himself.