It is a sad thing to see-
Fast walkers take little steps,
Time-conscious people purposefully delay,
Easily lost ones wander,
Quiet souls plunge into loud sounds & sharp lights
Day people stretch out nights,
Just to avoid home-
If it can still be called that-
when everything about it no longer feels like one.
Cheers to the gray days
Here’s to the half-meant smile.
Alas, they will be all gone.
Lo and behold the light graze
Of a long time friend in pitch black clothes
I know I’ll follow him soon.
No more hollow emptiness,
no more trying or begging to feel-
The journey began,
almost as easily as counting 1 to 3.
I knew it,
when I closed my eyes-
my friend held my hand-
and never opened them again.
Who looks after the one who’s doing the looking after? Who understands the one who does the understanding? Who loves the one who’s doing the loving?
Out of all the missed hellos,
Yours was the one I took chance in.
Out of all the unrequited affections,
Yours was the one I gambled with.
Out of all the craved attention,
Yours was the one I wanted the most.
Out of all the broken promises,
Yours were the ones I hold on to.
Out of all the dedicated love songs sang,
Yours was the one I penned myself.
Out of all the sleepless nights,
Yours was the one filled with waking dreams.
Out of all the heartbreaks,
Yours was the one I wouldn’t regret.
Out of all the goodbyes,
Yours is the one I wouldn’t bear to hear.
In an everyday game of tug and war,
I indulge myself.
Pulling with all my might,
but the rope does not budge-
and I get dragged.
Inch by inch,
Yet I still try to pull,
and at times
I manage to pull back.
Then the tugging comes back,
stronger and more persistent.
Every. Single. Day.
I pull and pull.
more desperate than before.
And because her love for him was too big
an understatement of uncontrollable,
her love for him shied away from reason or logic-
she failed to see
she was destroying him.
She was unaware that-
her hugs were too tight
her kisses too fierce,
she left him with a broken rib or two.
Her love was sprawled all over him
she thought it was endearing-
but he was drowning
and beyond saving from it all.
Only time can tell,
which of them
would be destroyed first.
Pity those who have unknowingly housed
a monster inside their heads—
for they will never find
solace in their own company.
Pity those whose thoughts dare not wander
on uncharted meadows and unexplored lands—
for they will fail to see past
the monotonous place we call “everyday life”.
Pity those who have chosen to conceal
their emotions in the corners of their hearts—
for they will fail to encounter
the endless possibilities of one hello.
Pity those who cannot put into words
what they hear so loudly in their hearts—
for they will be burning bridges
with a fire of their own making.