Headlights-
Once upon a time I was alive.
Headlights-
The lights that glares my eyes.
Headlights-
I watched them approach.
Headlights-
A sense of despair,
A sense of relief,
Your worst nightmare coming true,
A shocking wakening from day dreaming.
Headlights-
The end seems to be rather near.
Headlights-
Suddenly, you feel mortal and alive.
Headlights-
You are made of memories,
That you hold and cherish-
Yet in a moment they all might perish.
Headlights-
The inane days spent looking at clouds.
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The birds you saw fly by,
The stars, the enchantment in their light.
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The smell of home,
The recognition of things you own.
Headlights-
Curiosity and its charm-
You learn that somethings can harm.
Headlights-
Those moments, spent looking out of a window,
At the neighbours quarreling,
At the flood waters rising.
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Watching your mother cry,
When her grand mother died.
Headlights-
The silences you learnt-
The impromptu quiet when you were rude,
The solemn look when you were in trouble,
The anger, solidified into brows,
The clenched fist and the whole furore.
Headlights-
Childish squabbles with friends,
Determined to never speak again.
Yet, hours later you repent.
Headlights-
Petty glittering things, you wish to have,
If only diamonds weren't so rare.
Headlights-
The first time you saw the moon,
And the yellow white night.
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The first time you heard the thunder,
And ran inside afraid.
Headlights-
The first time you were caught for a lie-
Learning that it was wrong,
And later realizing,
That too might be a lie.
Headlights-
Fear, not the like one you face now,
But those seconds of improbable tension-
The desparate whys and hows,
Caught in the wraps someone's vengeance.
Headlights-
The whole world is watching,
And you are stuck,
You grasp, you gasp,
You shudder, Stupefied wonder.
Headlights-
The day you read ambulance in the mirror,
And learnt that objects appear nearer.
Headlights-
The coin tricks and paper rockets-
That forever tell your own tale.
Headlights-
That tall tree,
You stared upon,
Wondering, if you could ever climb it.
Headlights-
The walls that divide, also lead somewhere.
You dare to take a step and another step.
Headlights-
The first time you fell.
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Sitting with your best friend in class,
Discussing about history and war,
In innocence, all seems fair and bizarre.
Headlights-
Those cards, that act like memoirs,
Your childhood's inheritance-
You can never throw them away.
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Acting like a leader,
In a school play.
The first time you went on stage.
How you swallowed hard
And looked at the audience-large,
You felt a fear and sweat,
Yet beamed, said your lines and went.
Headlights-
Dark glasses and jealousy-
Why won't people talk to me?
Feeling alone and left,
A single boy on a portico, wet.
Headlights-
The joy of swings and building blocks,
Of glories untold but thoroughly felt,
You were the king of the divine concoction-
Only to be met with snides and cold hearts,
Yet you were pompous and just.
Headlights-
The security of known spheres-
The fear felt when lost in a new place-
You dare not be a kid, put on a straight face.
Headlights-
The joy seeing a little baby
Sleep and cry-
Oh! that thing is actually alive.
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Your sister, who means everything.
She, the princess of the world,
And never would you let anything hurt her.
Headlights-
You race the winds on a Sunday terrace,
You are faster till the roof's fence.
Headlights-
The days you saw a house rise
From the ground dry.
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The days you waited
For your parents to return home.
Headlights-
Why can't you learn the language?
The failure, over and over,
To do well, in your mother tongue-
The ridicule and then the jest.
Headlights-
What did I do?
I did not hurt him.
It was he, it was he.
Headlights-
The nights you spent crying.
For what not, what else,
Why my child, could you never sleep,
Forever lost in your own fantasies.
Headlights-
Who is this God?
Show yourself,
You man in the sky.
Let a lightning strike if you are there,
Are you nothing more than an idea well bred?
Headlights-
The day, when you were no more a boy-
When you stepped outside the dusty classrooms,
And knew you will never return.
Headlights-
The trust of years broken,
In one uncertain moment.
The pain, the fear, the anger and the hate-
All rise, maybe this is what they call fate.
Headlights-
Every time you fall,
You get up, dust yourself and walk on-
But maybe not this time.
Headlights-
They come closer.
How will it be to be crushed,
Not by your past or present,
But under the tyres,
In ironic malevolence.
Headlights-
But that should never happen.
You have dreams and big they are,
You want to rise and travel far.
Headlights-
You have no time to cry,
For life in truth, is too short.
Headlights-
You actually don't feel all this.
For in that moment,
All you know, is that something is wrong.
Headlights-
All you are is in despair.
And as certainty returns,
A relief gets its fair share.
Headlights,
Everything that beings should end.
Whether a metaphor,
Or this inchoate verse.
Headlights-
At least now, you have a will to be alive.
Headlights-
That shall haunt you forever.
Headlights-
That shall inspire.
Headlights-
You know it could have gone wrong.
Headlights-
But now you are strong.
Headlights-
Words know no pain.
Headlights-
It is all but innate.
Headlights-
Nothing ever will make sense,
If you see it with too much reverence.
Headlights-
To something that never happened I write.
Headlights-
I shall no more be afraid.
Headlights-
I shall take on the wheels,
That you ride upon,
And by the time it can hit,
Leave a mark upon.
Headlights,
That star is my guide,
The one only I can see,
For I believe I can be.
Headlights,
I now have self belief.
Headlights-
Headlights-
I am alive.
And till I die,
On you I shall ride,
To dare and conquer,
To never again give in to fear.
The Light Shines The Brightest
