The empty vase

An empty vase in the corner of my room..beautiful,colorful, magnificent..admired by many..the vase,though empty,seems majestic..standing alone,it's one of it's kind..spreading positivity and charm..smiling n welcoming each face it encounters..yet,the vase is empty..the vase have a dark side too..it's hollow from within..as hollow as an abyss..hiding this inner-self from the outside world..suffering n suffocated to the core..it needed flowers to fill it's void..a ray of hope..to fight darkness..it got some too..
but irony is-
the flowers could not fill the vase..
they simply aren't enough..
so,the vase remains incomplete again..
holding the emptiness..
standing tall..in solitude..

aadat hai

zindagi ne sikhaya ki rishton ki kya keemat hai,
zid pe adna to meri kahan,pahadon ki sirat hai,
log kehte hain,ae dost,tere jhukne ki zarurat to nahi,
ped kehtein hain ki jhukna meri fitrat nahi hai,aadat hai..