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Hold on.

(A poem ,a song? I don't know , what I just wrote down. But , I wrote it with all my heart - at least the tiny broken pieces left of it )
P.s - all pics taken from google only. 


HOLD ON

Hey you!
This moment ain’t permanent.
Embrace it.

I know it ain’t a new gospel
Or something.
But it is true.

There will come an international relations paper
Which gives you the feeling
That you aced it.
Embrace it.
Because it ain’t permanent bro.


This moment when you
Open your contracts question paper
Well prepared with all the
Expected questions of the
Last 5 years.
And life/god/nature/paper setter
Decides to ask that 20 mark question
Which has never been asked in the past
12 years.

Remember!
This also ain’t permanent bro.
Don’t embrace this godforsaken moment
Try shrinking it away by
Not giving it enough importance
Don’t repress it though ,
You might get cancer.
But that is because
Everything causes cancer nowadays.




Please hold on to that moment
When your lady love
Walks down the aisle
Clothed head to toe in white
And love , full of life.
Because
You might lose your best friend in a
Helicopter crash
And your lady love loses her left leg
And blames you
And you end up having to leave her
Since you forget when you laughed last .
Thank you Shonda Rhimes
You have taught me
That this moment ain’t permanent.

Damn you T.V shows.


If that isn't enough,
You are one moment in the 6th grade
Declaring you’ll all be besties for life
And the next moment
You are walking down the same streets
5 years later ,
With not even 1 bestie in sight
Separated by change in schools , colleges,cities
Not
Your dramatic fights , jealousy or treachery
Just
Life simply moving on
With or without you.

Time makes us forget , not care any more
Just move on to
Another set of unrelated events
to be embroiled in &
Which we strive to find meaning in.

We will never learn
To cope with all the broken hearts
And badly meandered relationships
The least we could try
Is to
Hold on to this moment
This beautiful one which you
Hope to recall
When a lorry is coming out of nowhere
To take your life

That safe moment
When your dad holds your hands in his
So casually yet so reassuringly.
That crazy moment when
You jumped off the seat
Watching a very funny movie with your friends.
Or quite simply
The ones after a very good meal.

Because brace yourself babies,
Life is just behind that curb
Waiting to bulldoze this
One moment
With a million messy ones

Hold on.




Comments

  1. I don't know whether to laugh out loud or to contemplate life as I read this :D Good one :)

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  2. This made me smile and ponder.
    Cute.

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