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Hello Guys!!! It’s been a long time since I last posted. But I’m back now and ready to touch hearts again through my write ups. I recently attempted to write my first short horror story. I would really appreciate it if you pay this link a visit and read the story. I’d feel elated if you show some love and support. Constructive criticism is most welcomed!

The story is called “Lucifer!”. To Read, kindly click the link below 👇

Letter To My Mother

Copyright © Chanakya Bhardwaj

From the womb to my very doom,
You’ve always been there for me
You’ve been there ’cause you care for me.

You hear my silence
You can hear my heart speak
Your presence is important, equivalent to my heartbeat.
When life seems hopeless
I see you and realize that I’m so blessed.

I wanna heal all the pain that you conceal so well
You’d never reveal but I know you’re dealin’ with hell.
The whole world could turn its back on me, but you won’t
You believe in me even when I myself don’t.

I reminisce about my childhood days
and the million things you did to keep me safe.
I was the only child, trapped in my own thoughts
But with you by my side, I never felt lonely or lost.

I’m startled to see how many roles you play
This son turns to you ’cause you’re his sun ray
You’re the only one on the planet that understands me
Mother, there’s nobody above you
This letter can’t describe how much I love you.

Competition! – A Cause Of Stress Among The Students.

“Everybody is a genius. But if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it’s stupid.” – Albert Einstein.

Ever since a child is born, he is exposed to the cut-throat competition prevailing in the society. The pressure of competing and winning has now risen to such an extent that students are being strangled by stress, depression and suicidal thoughts. They see ending their lives as the only way to escape their misery. Failed to crack an exam?? . . . HANG YOURSELF!!! – such is the mentality now.

Since when did life become all about attaining high scores, beating your peers, getting enrolled in the best of colleges, studying the best of courses . . . even when deep down you’re hating every second of what you’re doing?? Such a victory is worthless if it reduces you to a rotten skeleton who murdered his true ambition and instead chose a profession the society wanted him to pursue.

Rapper Jay-Z showed what our perspective of life should be when he said: “I’m not tryin’ to survive, I’m tryin’ to live it to the limit and love it a lot.”

A student will be left emotionally scarred if he is not allowed to excel in the field HE is interested in. Be it music, sports, acting . . . whatever a person does, he should be happy doing it. Being stressed out never helps a person, it only worsens his condition. Some of the greats in the world like Bill Gates and Steve Jobs are dropouts. Had they worried about the rat-race, they wouldn’t have been as great as they are today.

Blocking the original thinking and reducing the creativity of students isn’t the way of making them succeed. Instead of pressurizing, parents must understand that becoming a doctor, lawyer or an engineer isn’t everyone’s cup of tea. They must recognize their ward’s talents and his capabilities and support him accordingly. Encourage them to choose a career of their choice. Don’t compare. Instead of walking in someone else’s shadow, let them find their own light. Because when you compete with others, you lose yourself.

Ballad Of A Soldier

I’m at the border with my AK, fighting for the nation
While the other side shoots back in retaliation
My lifestyle is hostile, full of misery
It’s similar to bein’ in a penitentiary

I’m so distant from my mother, she’s having nightmares
that I’ll die prematurely, she’s mentally prepared
The thought of a bullet in my heart makes her frail
They make us wage wars so that peace can prevail

I’m in this cold temperature and I don’t even know
If I’ll ever get to witness my unborn child grow
I don’t know if I’ll wake up in the morning but the fact is
The only time they honour us is when we’re locked in caskets

Memoir Of A Drug Addict!

Drugs Destroy Lives! Here’s the story of a man . . . who jumped in the abyss of cocaine and could never make it out alive

He was surrounded by an evil so ferocious
He was a little nauseous, exhausted and incautious
Some monsters resided inside his head
He murmured — “is my conscience sleeping or is it dead?”
He was a raven at first, then became ravenous
So accursed that he dug his own grave and bit the dust
Complexities arose when he couldn’t differentiate
Between nectar and poison, both were attired the same
He overdosed on cocaine, not knowin’ it would decimate him
And the doctors couldn’t revive or resuscitate him
He was gone and they mourned the loss of a friend, a son and a confidant
Once a beast, now left as fragile and weak, regretting every snort that got him done

Through The Maze

You had a rough day and your money’s all gone
Sittin’ at your home and you’re feeling all alone.
You’re swimming in liquor, you’re drowned in your sorrows
You’re empty and hollow with no reason to wallow.

You wonder how to make your day right
When you’re surrounded by darkness in broad daylight.
Suicide’s on your mind ’cause you’re tired of tryin’
To act like a lion when on the inside you’re dyin’.

You’re perplexed but you’ll make it Through the Maze that you’re in
Don’t you dare spin in the wind of sin just to win.
Even when broke, never let your soul get embezzeled
‘Cause if you’re prayin’ for heaven, you can’t be dancin’ with the Devil!

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