I miss what i lived

I miss

Being blessed and not knowing it

Being alive in a good time but not appreciating it

Being fortunate but taking it for granted

Being at the end of the tunnel but acting blind

Being happy and not knowing it

Being intelligent but doubting it

Being independent but not aware of it

Sleeping well and enough but always being sleep deprived

Being well fed and healthy yet feeling conscious
Being cheerful but complaining about depression

Being surrounded by population but being a drama queen for attention

Being around people yet looking for silence

Being loved yet not knowing it

Being cared for but wanting a break

Being appreciated but not feeling special enough
Being able to wow crowds with a mike on stage, but worrying about never being as good as Whitney Houston

Being a younger sister but being irritated by an overprotective brother

Being a happy family of four, but fighting over a mother’s love

Being a smiling face in the family selfie, but complaining about being the fat nose of the house

Being healthy but unhappy with my body

Being sprinkles but worrying about being vanilla

Having everything but complaining about having nothing

Having everything perfect but whining about the tiny imperfections

I miss
Being Hina.

Now,

I can just miss, reminisce and kiss,

Miss, the life I was given, with tears in my eyes

Reminisce, the days I was blessed with

Kiss the photographs of the people I had

For, the days are gone

And
Life has now moved on to a time

Where memories and past is all that was good and beautiful

And lies ahead,

A life with a constant pain while hugging your family

Tears gleaming in the laughter with friends

Sorrow accompanying you to bed

Regretting and not thanking enough,

The life I lived

The days it rained happiness

The blessings overlooked

The lights never switched on

The health never appreciated

The people never hugged enough

The egos never pushed aside

The talents never bloomed

The intelligence never penned down

And all wonderful times I owned.

They were mine.

WERE.

For now they are gone.

And will never come back.

If you’re reading this till the end and comprehending,

Here’s what I have to say to you.

Dear Reader,

Don’t miss.
Live. Do.

Live enough, push the boundaries and live a little more.

Don’t underestimate the value of families, siblings, friends, people.

They shape a lot of who we are.

Thank them, love them, live with them

Because, One day when they’re gone,

We’ll have no one to take granted for.
And we'll lose a piece of our own, that we didn't know of.

One day when those good, fortunate days are gone,

We’ll have nothing to take granted for.

Don't be the line of the Band Perry song,

"Funny when you're dead, how people start listening"

Don't wait for your death, to listen to your life

Don't wait for your own-self's death to realise.

Because then they are just memories as frozen as ice,

Melting thereafter, just as tears in our eyes.

Don't wait for your death, to know what you lived.

Picture Credits: Manpreet Singh