The Dilemma

The dilemma of life has come to a stage

From where there’s no escape.

Where one part of it wants to play,

The other says it has grown so aged.

Where one part has the courage to fly,

The other fears the height of heights.

Where one is ready to dive deep into its past,

The other is scared of its deep dark scars.

Where one wants to live life the less ordinary,

The other has made it nothing more than an obituary.

Where it guesses, it has found the working ways,

Just to realize that life has turned everything into a new maze.

Where the seamless nights pave way for the silver lining,

Just to get drenched in its own listless whining.

~ Himani Malhotra


A Page In That Diary

Piles of pain, resting in vain.

In those lifeless sheets & those pages, if revealed,

Would crack the shell, and depict the hell,

Of one’s tale of

Shame, sorrow and distress.

Can it be possible, for the life to act,

The way it does, just to let one get,

The lessons of it, that are all set

In an ironical manner of resent.

Like the blue that falls

To cause destruction

Than to blossom the field of brain

And cease to accelerate it, to its new phase.

Those scribbles, the notes,

Those crushed diary scrolls,

have heard and rated,

The loudest screams, exonerated.

~ Himani Malhotra