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.
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.
To be loved
To be missed
To be noticed
To be wished.
To be craved
To be shielded
To be saved
To be heeded
To make you feel
that you belong
And take note,
when you are gone
To walk beside you
Even when you cry
To walk behind you
When it's silence you crave
To hold you closer
Till you want to be held
To tighten the grip
And keep you from hell
To reflect, to mirror,
To calm, to appease
Don't we all deserve
Such love, and such peace?
How many times
Will you break my heart?
Bit by bit
You keep making me sad!
Here, some time
Then gone for quite a while
You were not with me,
Who gave you these love bites?
Once and for all
Let's bid our goodbyes.
Just take one day
And do it, in a jiffy.
Let's call it off,
Let's not look back!
Take your love elsewhere
I'm too broke, to even cry.
It hurts my soul
And yet I try
I'm torn to bits
But to keep up, I strive.
I help break shackles
And put back smiles
But when left alone
I break down, I cry.
No horizon in sight
It's only cold nights
No visitors to my hut
None asking if I'm alright.
I leave my door ajar
For any passer-by
Looking for some warmth
Or to while away time.
Until one lonely night
I'm awakened by a cry
An ask for help
From one about to die?
I fly, through my window
And leave behind my pride
For that cry for help I know
Was myself - my inner child.
How long will it take, for that day to arrive
When the first thing you offer a tired guest
Will be a hug or a handshake
And not a sanitizer instead?
When will we sit around plates with feast
And fight with our spoons to dig into treats
Sip from cups without any fear
Of infecting or getting infected, again.
When will we have our sleepover nights
With all four friends cuddling in one bed
Inching in more closer to hear better
The more controversial, the topic gets.
When will we stop buying colour coded masks
And start flashing our yellow smiles?
When will life be normal again,
And when will we be our abnormal selves...?
A friend lost her child
Only last night
Another brings home hers
in a while.
I cursed all Gods
As I tossed in bed
Unable to fathom
How a mother felt.
I thanked all Gods
When I was told
Though, unable to see
A new mom's dream.
For one I weep
To rest in peace
For the other I shed
Tears of joy.
Life comes a full circle
In it - 'Who are we?'
Daughters to mothers
Or a mother to a child.
Nature has its way
We hardly have any say.
Like fools, we rejoice
Like fools, we cry.
