Selfish

We all are
With our time
With our fortune
With our dreams
With our affections

Choosing to share
Choosing to take
Choosing to forget
Tirelessly reaching
As we step on everyone
That gets in the way.

Lets party,
Lets drink to joys
Had standing on broken hearts

Smile,smile we are happy.
We are all that matter
Until that moment where
We stand alone glass in hand.

Success, success.
Admire me now.

By Khushbo
Copyright @Lifealight 2017

Not Human

Can’t feel
The difference
Between reality
Between day dreams
Made to cure reality.

Am I here?
Am I lost?
Selfish to share my sadness
Selfish to keep it to myself

Your personal battles matter
Mine are the same story over
Redundant, ‘Oh well’, move on.

Judge me forget me
Need me, use me.
All the same now
Not like I am human.

Just a portrait of
What you need me to be.

By Khushbo
Copyright @Lifealight 2017

Song of Silence

Lying in the lyrics of silence
Are many words left unsaid.
Many truths left hidden.

Yet the strongest words
The loudest answers;
Lie here in simple silence.

The deepest yearnings,
The heaviest hopes,
This fortress of broken hearts
Hides many emotions.

If only you would listen
To the whispers that no one heard,
Where so many stories lie buried.

Yearning to be sung aloud.

By Khushbo

Copright Lifealight @2017.

Stillness of this Moment

After so many days of running
I am at peace for a few quiet moments
I sit here not worrying about
What is yet to be done
What I can and cannot achieve

Yet it seems this peaceful minute
I seek is a waste.
Every minute a text
Every second a thought
On what I should be doing next

And all I want is this one moment
Of absolute and total stillness
A moment of peace
To myself.

– Khushbo

Foolish Notions

Entrapped in the idea of
A beautiful dream
I muddle my days
With stains of
Ridiculous hopes

Here I lay
Wondering why
I still believe the lie?
Told by my heart,
Wishfully acknowledged
By my brain.

I am the fooler,
I am the fooled.

-Khushbo
@Lifealight.com 2015

If

Photo by: Khushbo

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;
If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with wornout tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings – nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run –
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And – which is more – you’ll be a Man my son!

– Rudyard Kipling