Cry

Cry.

One day

your tears

have to dry.

Maybe,

it might be

on the day,

you die.

So,

until then

just cry. 

But, cry.

Choices make me

Don't pursue me

Let me go

You made your choices

So, let me be.

There's no turning back

Not this time around

I'm choosing myself now

Though I'm bruised and sad.

All wounds don't bleed

And cannot be seen

We were badly broken

Yet each other, we tried to heal.

Let's us both be birds, free

Pursuing faraway heavens,

I pray you find yours

But from mine, please don't keep me. 

Incomplete

What are we but stories -

some told, some untold

and some lost in between

chapters, as they unfold.

 

What are we but memories -

some happy, some cold

Some lost in grey zones

in between them both.

 

From chapter to chapter

we move in hope

that the next one will be

different from the old.

 

We chance upon an empty page

To fill in, there's plenty of space

Only to realize, the ink is up

An unfinished work, we'll remain.