That’s how the world is dear..

They’ll steal your work and present it with pride

They’ll steal your heart to employ it against your tide

In your best moments they’ll be around..shining

In your worst you’ll be left alone..drowning

Few of us.. Are able to keep promises..

We don’t take time in turning good in bad.. We don’t take time in leaving people behind

But then when we cry on our solitude.. We should know it’s us and not anyone responsible for this feud

And one day when we are the most alone.. When we would have had enough

We’ll be spared of this loneliness.. And you, me or they won’t matter.. It’ll only be Him.. It’ll only be His

And all we are fighting for will be nothing but a story..

That’ll be flowing in between generations and children..

Losing its purpose and influence

They’ll never see it how we do..

Everything we are will be modified to suit them..

And in the end.. Nothing we ever cried for will matter

The home was quiet.. But I found my peace outside in the loudest day of the year

The family was together.. But my home still longed for a perfect Diwali together

I don’t know how we turn the most normal days in the best.. And the best days in the worst

I don’t know how even without buying crackers we burn each other to the soul

One spark leads to the other.. And the most perfect scene turns to a catastrophe

I don’t know what is binding us.. I don’t know what is keeping us..

Is that our home..? These plane white walls..?

Or are we suckers of pain.. Where we can’t stay happy for long..

A beautiful festival.. Turned to ashes..

Our beautiful souls.. Abandoned and thrashed

All of us are alone.. Though together.. And even after everything.. There is no other place I’d rather be..

Its good to be home.

Happy Diwali…!