Sometimes

Sometimes, it’s ok not to be strong enough;

And feel vulnerable to every misery

Indisposed to fears;

Ascend towards deciphering our inner selves  

Sometimes, it’s ok to cry and shed tears;

Feel naïve and sorry

It would churn the twinge inside out;

Remnant would be less jittery

Sometimes, it’s ok to walk alone;

Love our own self explicitly

Consider outstanding

And be benevolent to the gracious “I” 

Sometimes, it’s ok not to be at the receiving end;

That doesn’t mean we cease to give

Bequeath; Abundantly and Selflessly,

Contentment received at the end is priceless

Sometimes, it’s ok to let go;

Of the people who were never meant to be,

Of the place we never belonged to, and

Of things that remind of relentless sufferings

Sometimes, it’s ok to stick around for a little more time;

Even when we are unsure of the final decisions,

And insecure about the same

Convincing; Endings to be better than the transit itself

It’s Ok. Sometimes.

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What Is It; If Not A Poetry?

This is not a poetry;

Not the one that you are familiar with.

This is a sigh; The wail of my heart;

The one that you refuse to envisage

And here I live; Out in cold, homeless

Homeless, since your heart was my home;

In which, now resides your arrogance and vanity

If only you could see through and perceive,

And could discern the difference.

This is not a poetry

Not the one that you are familiar with.

This is a different sky; The sky of my visions;

I recurrently go on excursions across it

And spread the wings of my dreams so wide;

That they could just bolt away and glide high,

Outrageously high; Along I fly with them too;

Befitting into the cocoon,

Obliterating every possibility of defeat.

This is not a poetry

This is a different season; The season of my desires

Could there be another winter so cold;

And I could lie torpid sans obligations

Could there be another summer so hot;

I could walk barefoot destitute of getting burns

Could there be autumn so beguiling and vivid;

All I could want is to be surrounded with peace,

Vibrance, Tranquility and Quietude.

This is not a poetry

This is just a piece of my heart;

Of all the likeness and distinctness of my feelings

This is the contour of my sketch;

Finding  it’s purpose through the canvas of my soul

This is a ditty;

I would utterly love to sing out loud.

“My hope is to be hopeful enough;

To spot the light even at the darkest end of the tunnel”

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And Hence It Waned, That Reciprocated Yet Unrequited Love

When the stars come flickering around, and moon settles at the heart of the sky. That’s when I start drifting into the hollow, swirling through. The hollow that you left behind, in the corner where you used to reside.

Searching for you throughout, in every nook and corner of this void. Tears rolling down; eyes piercing into the space above. Thoughts passing across my head accompanied with plethora of questions arising along.

Every Why? Every If? Every How? Goes up in the air.

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Not a single minute, not a single second. Not a single breath, not a single heartbeat. Misses without the thought of you. I fake that smile. The smile that you took away. I cover up all pain. The pain that you left for me. I gaze into nihility. Try recollecting my dreams. The dreams that you shattered to smithereens.

I keep wondering. Keep on reasoning. Your being so indifferent after all the affection. Your episodes of digress. I living your lies, with the clouded trust. You never understood. My significant leap of faith to believe in you.

Nothing mattered to you. My longing for those words of love from you. My endurance towards your rigidity. My holding back the feeling, to share the dreams I conceived for us. My forgiveness for you, even when I was deeply dismayed.

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You ripped apart the emotional realm of my heart.  Your rudeness squelched my inclination to communicate. Your stubbornness wiped away every possibility of closeness. You blew cold each time I supplicated for that one try. Now, your silence gnaws my calmness. 

Endings are grim and disquieting. Everything between us died. Bit by bit, in nugatory portions. You never realized. I was dead long before you did. My tears are just the meltdown. Like the aftermath of that avalanche. Every single ray of hope simply diminished away.

“May be, one day….I could rise from my own ashes…Like a Phoenix”

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