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Category: thirties

  • Gone, forever

    End of an era. Death of a relation. Cessation to thrive. Expiration of feelings. Termination of exchanges. Completion of dettachment. Conclusion in unsaid goodbye. Finale of fading memory. Grave of dreams. Gone too soon.

    Thanking the universe for conspiring. Grateful for the moments. Blessed with the memories. Appreciative of the growth. Beholden for the words. Indebted to bring out the best. Obliged to share world. Glad our paths crossed.

    The great fall

    Tears would not flow. Moments won’t be recollected. Words shall not be exchanged. Voices shall be a thing of the past. Harsh but only option. Dead end of sorts. Yearning, longing, everything can be shelved. Immerse in yourself, outwardly busy, inwardly lost.

    A not so happy ending, once again. History repeats, roles reverse. ‘cos what is not meant to be never will be. Closing the paths to heart, the fancies of mind and the longing of soul with a finale. A tribute to finding peace not promises. A mission to let bygones be bygones. An operation to erase what was, hope not and let the memories fade out, once more.

  • May nothing hold you back

    Indeed keep me guessing

    or maybe start confessing.

    Wishing for more grace, more charm,

    afterall no enemies here, there’s no harm!

    May nothing hold you back.

    It is my own sowing that I reap,

    In these times of wails, cries or weeps.

    Time heals wounds, but not entirely the scars,

    So choose to hide behind the high veiled bars.

    May nothing hold you back.

    Its easy to romanticize what’s no more,

    Not easy to face it chin up, easier to stay sore.

    Queasy to make room for new ways of being,

    To be held dearly, yet not be heard or be seen.

    May nothing hold you back.

    Don’t payback, it ain’t a game of karma,

    Not wishing for spats showdowns or any drama.

    Make room for forgiveness, kindness & above and over,

    to choose meaningful actions over mere will power.

    May nothing hold you back.

  • Gone with the wind

    जहां मौका मिले,

    वहां चाहत भी हो ही जाती है ।

    Like a season, a festival, a local bloom,

    Poof, gone away was the trace of gloom.

    Newfound love, budding friendship, just married

    from one moon to another the talks got carried.

    Sun or rain, day or night,

    couldn’t dare to loose sight.

    Waiting with bated breath for the beeping,

    Tossing and turning, happy yet weeping.

    Here & now

    & when the clock struck twelve,

    reminding the time is over to delve.

    Time to hang the tiara, the golden slippers, the gown,

    The magic is wearing, it’s about to wear down.

    Time flies by, days, months by week,

    Not that one is broken, quiet or meek.

    But trying to do it all, until one breaks

    Giving it all, and all it takes.

  • मिथ्या – A myth

    Like the weary desert traveller longs for a drop of water. Like the grass on the other side always seems greener, fulfilling and enduring. The same way those diamonds shining ahead, luring you of miraculous happiness may just be nothing but broken shards of glass which may cause bruises and immense pain instead.

    हमने अक्सर अपनी राहों में रुक कर, तुम्हारा इंतजार किया।

    To not give into the allure, to use wisdom in the eye of quick pleasure. To not trace back your steps and repeat the same errors. To pull back to the reality of life, to find solace in not rocking the boat. Comes but not naturally. It is strenous, arduous and a knotty path. Drowning in the past and the future is easy. Stay afloat in the present.

  • Perpetual Debt

    I owe you. Unfailingly. Copious quantities of apologies. Prayers unlimited. A lifetime of asking forgiveness. A confession every living breath.

    I owe you. Unfailingly. Reasoning fails. Actions don’t make sense. Numbers don’t add up. Words don’t resonate. Scripts sound vague. Behaviours seem irrational. Logic seems hollow.

    I owe you. Unfailingly. A soliloquy replays. A monologue re-enacted. A social credit unreturned. A willingness to return the kindness, the gratitude and to give back infinitely.

    I owe you. Unfailingly. Time. Distance. Solitude. Peace. Quiet. Calm. Fulfillment. Health. Love. Togetherness. Bliss. Amen.

  • Loss in Victory

    Loose some win some, so where do you think lies the fun?

    Alone in the midst of sea of folks, or

    cherishing what we had or now long for?

    Apart yet held closer than anyone ever,

    or dreaming against hope as forever?

    In gaining a friend but letting go of the love,

    in burying the hatchet and setting loose the dove.

    Neither here nor there, when

    past, present, future rolled up into a cosy den.

    Rearview or rare view

    Of united hopes, dreams, desires,

    plentiful as those promises now on a pyre.

    Brave, strong, mature all rolled into one,

    yet holding sand in one’s fist until shines the sun.

    Reigniting moments buried six feet under,

    was it or wasn’t it one big blunder.

    Reunited with oneself, the ultimate face off

    Chose your armour to fight, cry, laugh, or scoff

    Words fall short when trying to stitch it together,

    perhaps rocking the boat was a mistake, however

    wouldnt wish for it to be another way,

    someday, somewhere, one day.