Shell of Innocence

As a child
We are like
A human life
In an egg-shell
Made of innocence
And of selflessness.

We love, we feel
We react, we reveal
We cherish, we dream
We laugh, we scream.
We remain what we are
Both inside and to
The world outside
Just as a crack on a shell
Is fairly visible
To everyone alike.

Time goes on
Shell is given away
In the name
Of societal norms.
Shell of innocence
Is no longer nurtured
For the life in it
To grow as a being
With strong values
Of character, integrity
Of selfless mindset
And of humanity.

Misled shells
Then fall prey to the
Unfavorable situations in life
Sometimes by God and
At times by its creation
And then broken and beaten
As per the need of the one
In whose hand it falls.
At different times
In different ways
Losing every single part
Of the goodness it carried
Making the soul
Shell-less, value-less
And meaningless.
Only thing which remains
Is the materialistic view
Left by the
Mark of the broken shell.

And the trend continues
God blesses us to
Be born
With the shell
Parents nurture it
To strengthen
The shell and the
Life inside it
And then life
Snatches it away
Replacing it with the
Shrewdness and fragility.

But those who withstand
The test of time
And maintain the shell
Throughout their life
Are the ones who
Are required in
Today's world
For the world
To be happier,
Full of humanity
And peaceful place
To live in.

You

You may not be the first person
I would want to see
When I get up in the morning
But without you around
My mornings have nothing good about them.

I may not be loving everything you do
But nothing interests me more than you do.

I might have fought with you a lot
And shown that I don't really care
But all I want in life is
To be the reason for your smile.

I might not be liking
Seeing you all the time
But I don't remain myself
When you are out of my sight.

You may not be the last thing on my mind
When I go to sleep
But you are the only thing
That I have in mind.

I might not have expressed
What you actually mean to me
But the length and breadth of my world
Is exactly as much as you.

I don't know if we call it as
Love or not
But I can't imagine even a single second of
My life without you.

I might have said that
I can live without you
But only my heart knows that
You are the reason why I am alive.

I may not be able to give you
All the riches in the world
But I can assure you
Every little possession I have.

I may not be the world to you
But you are the only thing I have in this world.

I may not be living for you
But I can die a thousand deaths for you.

I may not have said that I love you
But the only thing I can associate love is YOU !!!!

The thing called Memories

Memories are the heart of life;                                                                         Sometimes sweet and at times a piercing knife.                                               As the same heart gives pain as well as joy;                                                     Sometimes make us laugh and sometimes cry.                                                 Memories also showers happiness as pouring rain;                                           And at times its full of pain....                                                                       Sometimes  brings a hearty smile                                                                   And at times makes us feel lonely and exile.                                                     Sometimes cheers up worst of our moods;                                                       And at the other times won't let us overcome                                                 Trying as hard as we could.                                                                             Memories of the loved ones                                                                             Or of the cherish able bygone days;                                                                 Haunts us in the same way.                                                                           Memories no matter sweet or bad;                                                                   Tends to tear you apart and leave you sad.                                                      I wonder how people differentiate memory as Sweet or Bad                                As both leads to the same end where happiness is nothing                                But an alluring illusion !!!!!!