"What if I fail once again? How could they bear it? Bapu will for sure get a heart attack."

Unfortunately his suicide killed them both!

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What if
Someone told you
Your dreams will never come true

Will you still persuade them?
Will the intensity of your effort
Still be the same?

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What if
I never realise the bigger picture

How will I justify myself
The purpose of my life?

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What if I am God?
We all are Gods!?
Do we still want to rule the world with our petty egos, knowing that we are God?

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What if

I die tomorrow, only to find myself woken up in another life?

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Her eyes are beautiful
Her soul is so pure
I want to be with her
I want to love her more

She resides in my heart
And in my soul
Her presence is my existence
She is my sought after goal

She makes me feel proud
Every moment I see in her eyes
She has a distinguished aroma
That intoxicates my love in skies

What if I say I can't live without her
She shall come up and help me busk
Looking into my eyes deep inside
And kiss me everyday from dawn to dusk.

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What if I could die for a day.

I wonder, if I would be grateful for my life,
or if I wouldn't want to return.

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What if I tell you today, that I like you,
Would you turn back and tell me, "hey! I like you too."
Or would you just walk away like you always do?
What if I am the one walking away,
Would you come after me, and tell me not to go away?
Or would you just let me slip away?
What if you knew everything?
Will you feel something or still nothing?

But I know I am just a friend,
And will always be, even in the end.
But just what if I......?

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What if I were 'her'?!
Will I ever again live a life, free of fear?!

What would I want from someone dear
that would wipe off this stinking smear?!

May be, tell me not, that I lost my reputation,
for it was earned over years of dedication..

Tell me not, that I am a disgrace to your honour..
And allow not those fellows to push me to corner..

May be, look at me like you used to,
And not do a 'pchh'?!
I guess, I would ask for nothing much..

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They say, once you are out
of a cocoon, you turn into
a beautiful butterfly.

But what if, I peep out
of my cocoon try to
come out and find
all my wings damaged.

What if I, vanish away
from my poem, into a
cocoon, and come
out more blank, more
destroyed, more broken.

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