Bleeding Petrichor

Do you know about them lazy mornings?
When your bed is your temple?
Yes that..today was that.
As I woke up..summers blew the monsoon winds
As odd as it was... I could feel happiness crawl over my skin
And I got up, regular blues..
It is my regular visitor, and yours too
Now as I come clear under the morning sky, I loved it as it was...
It was special I wonder why
So I shriveled as the cold breeze cuddled my cheek
And I left for work,
Nothing in this world was left to hurt
Till I saw her..
And here is how my story goes down,
I saw her banged up and head open.
Her vehicle lying right alongside mine,
That tension, that rush, that fear
I have never felt in my life.
The road that was stained red
And that's when the petrichor bled.
I knew I had to do something
So I clench my fingers, as the friction stops everything.
The time that was supposed to be light speed just stood still,
My feet start running towards her... I am scared but I wonder why?
Is that the fear of losing a life?
"But I don't even know her, why should I be the one to help?"
Because no one else also knew her and she was all there by herself..
I ran, I ran, a simple distance which felt like a light year...
I got down on the ground, started tapping her face...
"What is your name?"
"Do you know where you are?"
Her lips were moving, her lungs made the strength
But her words didn't reach too far.
There came two more people
‌Who came to change her fate.
The way to the hospital was not long,
But my trembling hands sure felt the weight.
I am crying out of fear inside,
But I have to be strong..
Because if I break down,
All the right I want in life, would be all the more wrong.
So she was in there..we were out..
But I couldn't help but think about what all the people that didn't come to help had to say
"A girl should never drive"
"Why do you drive when you don't know how to"
Right then, I lost my faith
I do not have the courage to go back to meet her,
I believe life is not fair.
When she is struggling inside, people talk..
I wonder why they call it intensive care.
I think about it if I did it to make everyone else proud of me.
That wasn't true.. I did it for her sake, and for the sake of humanity too.

Running Mascara

Besides losing everything you have ever gained, it is that time of the night.
The one where you hide all the scars and all the thoughts that you think make you feel ugly,
Actually they are not so bad at all,
‘cause if you look at the news, the people in it will make you take a fall.
“There is no point in staying here” you declare,
Yet you are still here.
That is the problem with us, barking dogs seldom bite,
We know the difference but all the wrongs seem just too right
The length of the fabric disguises the truth
But you are naked to the world.
With the running mascara, you are a broken girl.
And it is okay, we have fallen down like toy soldiers,
Crying, looking for a shoulder.
Don’t think you are the only one.
Everyone seems happy, but not one is.
Because if everyone is happy,
Moon would be in the middle of where the sun is,
So I get it, everytime you take that whiskey down your throat.
The warmth eases the pain, the rush keeps you insane,
Hence you don’t give a crap, what others think and you shouldn’t listen to them.
But what you need to do…is you need to take a look.
In the mirror, as your world crumbles with that look that you took.
The red eyes and dead lies are off the hook
And the happy ending isn’t there at the end of the book.
You cry for a shoulder, look to your side,
Look to your back, look in your head.
Look at all the happy memories,
They’ll vanish if you are dead.
Look to your parents; look at your friends,
Just give it a look, and try to make amends,
Look at the troubles, all of them you have left behind,
Now turn your face back to the future…
Never to look behind.
Now look at yourself, will that look ever change?
Because it is too easy to give up, “Not to” is strange,
Look at your eyes, the depth as an ocean,
Look at the pupil dilate, as the love approaches.
I’ve been looking for my answers,
They hide in this world, and truth is what I seek.
“I spy” every single one, You are the same as me.