THE GOOD & THE BAD...

Well this post friends is a manifestation of my own thoughts and experiences. The post here says a basic thing. "Every coin has two sides", albeit the story to explain it is a little different. Hope you all like it.. Its little long but usually when emotions are expressed, it takes long.

It rained and it rained a lot,

I could see a child playing with a paper boat.

With no one to ask him not to wet,

He was dancing in the rain which many would hate.

I always dreamed of drenching myself in the rain,

But always stopped thinking of future cough and pain.

I saw his eyes lighten up seeing the rain drops,

As if he was waiting to play with his hand-made props.

Soon after he was accompanied by his sister,

And his joy knew no bound as if he was made some minister.

Unknowingly before the rain drops they were doing the SRK pose,

Even I stopped my scooty and stretched my hands seeing those.

I wished I had their innocence and zeal,

Even in such a heavy rain, they were enjoying being so chill.

I was happy seeing such positive vibes,

That’s the way I think everyone should live their lives.

I drove away my scooty in rain,

Like that drenched boy, I started feeling insane.

Soon I had to apply my brake,

Seeing someone’s house turned into a lake.

I saw an elderly man breaking into tears,

It seemed this rain was his greatest fear.

I could see the water entering his home,

Destroying everything in its way like an unexpected bomb.

One woman was trying her best to save the important things,

But she was confused whom to save, the things or human beings.

I could see the television flowing away from them,

They were totally helpless as tears in my eyes came.

Just as I thought the rain would now lessen,

From the thatched roof on a boy fell down a fan.

The hues and cries from the house I could hear,

That boy was still; was he senseless or dead I feared.

With a heavy heart, I left the place;

How could rain make someone’s life a total mess?

At home I reached and took a shower,

I saw from the window, a newly bloomed flower.

I understood the meaning of the rain,

Somewhere it creates life and happiness and somewhere deaths and pain.

In life, every single thing is a replica of this rain,

In some moments they bring happiness, and in other they bring pain.

There is nothing which is cent percent good,

Because even the definition of good changes with mood.

Though always all want to show that they are the best,

There is always a dark side, which has been put to rest.

A knife which usually acts as the weapon to kill,

Also is used by our moms to prepare our meal.

The same knife which stops someone’s life,

Is used by doctors to extend a human’s life.

P.S. Good and bad are just relative terms. Good for you is someone's bad...