They exfoliate the chaos
and bind strength,
Tears are misunderstood.
A benevolent affair that
makes it blurry
and ends with a feeling, good.
Contrary to notion,
they signify courage and acceptance.
Nothing scares us more than feelings
that lay hidden deep somewhere.
Blood runs down the skin
when the flesh is peeled
but tears run down when
the hurt wishes to be healed.
Perpetuity makes it difficult
to change and be better.
Tears break that chain,
Tears don’t make you any lesser.
Pace in his walk was quite high
and his eyes resembled with those who are shy.
Frantically he kept looking for an escape
from the gathering of people seeking the Why.
Words sounded bleak when he spoke
like a guilty child who just broke
something really expensive or special,
His innocence seemed circumstantial.
For acting different he became the attraction
and also a muse for others’ satisfaction.
It seemed he was about to get caught
with whatever inconsistency he had brought.
Later he was seen leaving with a smile
after being with us all for a while.
Before leaving, he kept a letter on each table,
Which said: “In every line we speak, every other is Judged.”
And then we wait
for the fate to unveil
the destined path
with our names on it.
Unsettling, this uncertainty
expects us to be mature.
Most daunting tranquility
which me must endure.
Suddenly the wait then seizes
and bares with it another one.
A new wait thus comes into existence,
wait and wait, oh! Persistence.
Like the silence that hums at night,
I have adopted the shadow
and have been standing,
waiting for the dawn to break.
Hope it will be exhilarating.
While gazing over the horizon,
I realised this too is a horizon to someone
who might be seeking
his or her morning Sun.
In silence I found my peace and realised that
even a night can be an enlightening one.
Another crops up before you forget
the one you just had.
Regrets, a lifetime affair,
must be endured even when glad.
It’s a series without any order,
Often reflected when sad.
Despite having the knowledge,
You regret over what you once had
and somehow end up
with one more to add.
It’s not a choice and that is the only regret.
It says that they spread an aromatic fragrance
when they bloom and are bright.
It also says that they wither under harshness
and die down when deprived of light.
Interact with life that comes flying around
and have their own colour to every sight.
Grow up, reach their prime, bloom and later perish,
yet stand everyday as it is right.
It here speaks of flowers and their life,
While I thought it meant us humans.
What if I forget the purpose of tomorrow?
Will it still welcome me like today?
Perhaps I should write it down
Because I won’t remember what I say.
From years, my life is now reduced to a day
Because I forget yesterday’s Sun.
All I remember from my past is that,
Life should be a splendid one
And here I am recollecting
Each day everything and everyone.
But it’s alright I believe
Because as hard as it is
My memory is very short lived
And so is my pain.
I get to know my loved ones again and again.
Perhaps tomorrow I will utter the same words,
And won’t remember my audience again
But for today I just wanted to say…
Sorry, I forgot. Let me try again.
That once in a lifetime moment,
usually comes very discreetly.
In the end we don’t look back at the celebration,
but the moment we finally achieved victory.
Hauntingly beautiful, isn’t it?
and perhaps that is fair.
We cannot ever predict it
For it is a once in a lifetime affair.
Judgement to be sounded soon.
Choices: Cave or be brave.
A fear stands somewhere in the corner
about the uncertainty that is future.
Despite my past triumphs I feel,
What if I end up as a loser?
And thus I end up contemplating
about the adjective I will earn
which infact is meant for pleasing
those who sleep while I burn.
Even though I know, when will I learn?