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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.. ...

Thankful

Are you okay?
Yes I am..
But I wasn't ,
As I responded to that,
Because what else to say,
When you aren't,
Are you feeling good?
Yes I am..
When I wasn't,
But how will it help,
If I responded for real,
Do you need water?
Yes I want..
But just shut down,
The surrounding chatter,
With infinite laughter,
I couldn't bear,
The noise,
Inside me growing larger,
Than my voice that was,
Shaking my exterior poise,
My daughter,
Came closer..
As she held my,
trembling hand,
As she whispered,
Mom, it will get better..
My partner,
Looked at me,
And wanted me to know..
It's okay,
Not to be okay,
Getting drunk,
And throwing up..
Is all part of growing up,
Till the part,
Where you start loving,
Just water again..
My mom and dad,
Comforted me, 
That although sad as it looks,
Things aren't that bad..
As explained by the books,
Relationships and people,
Are the ones that make you stable,
While everything else,
Can topple,  
Well, there will be loads of trouble,
But more than that the faces..
That can't bear the sight , as you fumble,
While they will not let you stumble,
You can can carry on the indefinite grumble,
I took a deep breath,
And felt a touch,
Works isn't life and death..
It's just a bridge,
That's built as such,
To take you from one,
Destination to another,
So even if it ends halfway..
Without giving much of a direction,
Or Outreach,
Try to take some rest,
Before going any further..
Because the destination you seek,
Needs a closer peak,
Or it's time to switch to another...
 
*Dedicated to all the one's, who got impacted by recent layoffs. Don't loose hope !
* pic courtesy : pinterest artist Anne Watkins

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