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Too Much Love

 I have been too much in love, to see the sorrow it hides.. I have seen pain, while love grows insane, I have cried all night, when all I wanted was to end the fight..   I have been too much in love, to see the lack of depth inside.. I have seen smiles, that don’t mean anything, I have seen teardrops, that fall and deny, I have seen broken pieces, scattered everywhere, when all I wanted was someone to hold me together..   I have been too much in love, to ignore the poison that kills one side.. I have slept through open eyes.. waiting on responses, I have kept withholding the lies.. sitting at the table for hours, I have seen myself vanquishing, trying to fit into a dress I will never wear.. when all I wanted was someone to stop treating me as a spare..   I have been too much in love, look at how obsessive this all sounds.. I hope when you read it, you still find me around.. amidst empty cups dusting a shelf, with a picture frame, of us still looking at each other.. ...

Born

I was born..
For better days.
For sober ways.
For discreet wisdom..

For unbiased love..
For containing sorrow.
For escaping tomorrow..
For trapping happiness.
For reflecting tranquility..
Did birth answer my queries?
Worn out gets the mask filled with flurries..
Born..
To fear tyranny..
To smear uncanny..
To resist pursuit..
To travel novice..
Right from peeping through the crystal womb..
Until the way into a silent tomb.

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