Who Knew

Who knew that behind that laugh

Was a heart that was broken in half

 

Who knew that behind that beautiful Instagram post

Was a soul that was depressed the most

 

Who knew that behind that gorgeous face

Was a person who had no inner grace;

And needed to be put in his place

 

Who knew that behind that poet’s charming phrases

Were his life’s darkest phases.

 

Who knew that behind that “loyal” friend

Was a stranger that only knew how to pretend

 

Who knew that behind that closed room door

Was a brain that was waiting to roar…

Memories

All of these stories

Some full of joy, some full of worries

Sometimes jotted down in journals or diaries

Are life’s memories

Creating mischief and putting your friends to blame 

The joy of defeating your cousins in a board game

Teasing your best friend’s with their crush’s last name 

All these memories are beautiful, all the same

Packing suitcases 

And visiting different places

Getting photographs clicked making different faces

And then later, remembering the times spent in these oasis…

Binge watching web series and shows

At late night just before you doze

And then getting annoyed when the mobile screen buffers and froze

Ah, what times where those!

Those small successes

Of winning a quiz through guesses

Or getting first prize in a competition where you had to wear fancy dresses

Reminiscing those give the most joy to your brain and its five senses

Sit back and go through your life’s memories on a random day of July

And one moment, they leave you horrified

And in the next, you’ll be flying in the sky 

And before you realise, you might have tear in your eye…