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Tag: loss

  • Serendipity

    Choose the present, chose it once, choose it all over again,

    Close the past, closed it once, keep the lid on the pain.

    Prisoner of thoughts or keeper or dreams,

    Whatever it be, don’t be switching teams.

    Celebrate, shout, hoot and clap for the tiny wins,

    Afterall, it’s between you and not amongst your kins.

    Every relation dies its own death, reaches an expiry stage,

    Like it or not, just Iike humans, it also keeps an age.

    Death isn’t cessation, it’s a new beginning indeed,

    Nourish, nurture and embrace the newness of it.

    Never say never, but isn’t it too late for forever?

  • Bittersweet

    It’s that feeling of tingle which fills your heart with sadness and at the same time sprinkles joy amidst the darkness. It’s similar to a dark moonlit night where there is the cover of darkness in the night but the subtle moonlight lingers on giving you hope and perspective.

    It’s the feeling when you have been waiting for something to happen but also half wish that it would happen later than sooner. Like losing a loved one to a long fought terminal illness, fallout with a beloved friend which is irrevocable or the empty nest which you want to stay filled with the conversations and laughter of your children.

  • Lady love

    Wallowing, pining, longing, craving, desiring, crying for lost love.

    How do you picturize these words? A guy pining for his lady love. Because that’s what you mostly grew up consuming! Most songs, movies, pop culture show the male lead looking to sing for his lady love. Can we females pine, wallow, miss and remember our lost love or is this also a male dominated territory?

    Half of my heart

  • The day I lost…

    Heartbroken. That’s how I felt as tears rolled down my cheeks. That pain I felt in my heart, as if my heart sank into a bottomless pit pulling me in endless darkness.

    When I realized something was amiss, it was almost quite late. Still I paced up, ran and almost sprinted to get a glance.

    I don’t even have a picture. Plenty of the both of us, but always in company of many more faces. Nevertheless the memories remain, etched in the mind, the subconscious and the conscious.

    Saw the world through you. Quite literally 🕶️