Shoulds

Dreams
While they all seem possible
As they turn true
Behind the peripheries
Of eyes
As they close to the real
The misery of life.
Some do come true
Like baits to the innocent mind.
And you stay hooked
Dreaming day and night
Believing the artist in you.
Trusting some power
Behind all the plight
Assuming it will be over
For that one final night
When art will turn real
Artist will be recognized.
Wake up.
Stop it before it breaks you
Completely.
For dreams are but mistakes
Those toys of childhood
Where dolls and tiny cute utencils
Are nothing but a practice
As the innocent child drinks
Ideas of the stereotype.
That's real.
The plight.
No need to react
To any rule or 'shoulds'.
No need to consider 'mights'.
Simply walk on should.
For heart is but a broken soul
Intoxicated on the idea of
Optimism
Fixing it's doomed fate.
Burn those colors and pens.
Rip your heart apart.
Dreams are useless.
World can't care any less
For the rebel or an artist.
Dreams are but fantasies
Ending in tragedies.
For what's the point of
Crossing biggest fence
Or climbing highest hill
If it happens by the time
All that mattered
Is lost - that too
'If' it happens.
Surrender - is what everyone
Teaches you.
That is experience
To save you
And your loved ones
From pain and misery.
But pain is so much
A part of life.
For we are not living
But dieing every moment.
Kill your ego, dreams, yourself
Before time wracks them apart.
Jauhar - is the term
Yeah! Celebrate Jauhar.
That's more valued in here
Rather that considering
What you might.
Maybe it's right.

~ Surbhi Rohera