ANMona Canvas

What if you could hope and wish And see rocks turning into gold? What if you could stare at the night sky  And feel the stars rubbing your back? What if you could stand alone at the shore And see beyond the horizon? What if you could plan the wrong things And see it all happen before your eyes? Rocks, gold, stars and the night sky Shore, horizon, wrong things and expectations; Just another synonym for your failing expectations Yet another red cross on your list of things you could have! Disappointment is the only constant While you are busy setting up all your variables. Failing expectations be your que card Among all your other burning sensations! What ifs exceed your 'Have' list The mind draws on a new canvas! While the cool night breeze brushes your hair across  The first ray of sunshine builds up new masterpieces! Only if you could see... Only if you could see how wrong you are! Only if you could train your haywir...

Hope, A treacherous alibi to rely on To see the days turning into night fall and To get back with the Sun shining, up and high. You live every day clinging onto that very hope. Hope that keeps your heart beating and Your soul reaping those tiny bits of Expectations, That you call hope. Distance Rips you farther apart and yet, That one hope keeps that  Wry smile on your dried and burnt lips Constant. Voice, Like a 24x7 ticking clock  That turns into screams in my head, Every now and then Like a reminder alarm of him being around; Until I press that snooze button giving  A plethora of fake calms and soothe. Patience, Why is it necessarily associated with a woman? From whom the society expects  Poise and a decent gesture That suffocates and chokes her And forces her to stand before that abyss  Of infinite heartbreaks and oblivion! It's her responsibility to go against herself and Take ...