Tales of woe

 

After months of hard work didn’t bear fruit, he seemed despondent.

She too had nothing absolute, life seemed dishonest

but somehow they ended up across the same table,

as they say unstable finds unstable.

 

One had everything and aspired for more,

the other had nothing and wanted just a little.

Tales of woe were exchanged

and both realised, Life is a pickle.

 

She saw a guy with success, still not giving up on betterment.

He saw a girl with nothing to start yet, not ready for a settlement.

But none spoke it out loud and shared a thankful smile.

They got what they needed, at least for a while.

 

♦ Sometimes when two broken pieces meet they somehow fix each other with their shattered pieces.

Anonymity

Ever noticed how people act when they think they are invisible?

We all have a fear of being judged.

For it can put a dent in our glory.

False glory if it can be smudged,

Introspect while I reveal the folly.

 

Fear is due to the identity,

One we call as our Name.

While in case of others’ we find serenity,

We are afraid to be associated with shame.

 

So we venture out as anonymous,

For without our Identity we lose that fear.

Ironic, same person with the same purpose,

Under anonymity decides to really appear.