It takes ages, to surpass the bad you’re going through. It will take a plethora of seconds to realize your place in the situation, to sort out a solution, to admit that this is a deceptive side and you have a completely different view the other side of the same situation.
It doesn’t mean in anyway that the ‘grass is always greener on the other side’
You just can’t blame yourself for everything that happened. It simply means- you take time to realize what really happened and which is the right side.
The world is fast. It requires quick changes and it appreciates the quick people. But, if it’s not happening with you to change, then wait. Just get out of the crowd, stand in the middle of an extravagant space and breathe. There’s no wrong in halting or breathing slow, your tender veins need the time to revitalize and get the pace.
Let the world run ahead. You walk, admire yourself and the things around you, take your time to explore the right side. Get away from the deceptive one.
There’s nothing wrong in walking through the right side rather than running breathless on the deceptive.
you can keep quiet
how much ever you wish to
destress your fragile soul
it might take some more time
just a little more
to reach the other end
a line away
Quietness is not weakness and know this- you are all the lights of the darkest hour, you’re brave.
Have a beautiful and calm day.
under my sheets
my numbly breath, i grip
to not let go of
the moments she gave
i fear, tremble
as my nails freeze
was never like this
i do not want to believe
i lost her amid the tricky twines
You find so many things on the way. The withering leaves, shrivelling tree bark, gaily faces, drooling ones, tender leaf blade that just saw an inch of land, a sand grain holding a bead of sweat, a surgical knife with blood that many are living for, two ignorant eyes with false hopes, a harassed soul, a soul with a bunch of hard earned notes.. and many different strangers ..
Out of all these, we are all a stranger to ourselves, few interesting lost pieces, trying to find ourselves in others. Every day, every moment, we try to find the self. A beautiful stranger indeed. There are more to these tiny, imperfect things that we find on our way. To find the mysterious, creative stranger in you, look more into things, in an enrapturing way. There’s a different meaning to what you see in others. They’re broken because of something, they’re not greedy since their birth, there’s beauty behind their ignorance, there’s a flow of lines behind every broken heart. Go, find it- you’ll find yourself. A new stranger.
When I see a broken heart, I’m just a stranger helping it fix. I find a fallen leaf and I’m a stranger who’s admiring its imperfections. I’ll be swooning, with my first hard earned award in my hand and I’m that stranger who blushes looking at her love.
Just, a stranger, trying to mend your soul. By a smile or by whatever it takes.
Learning to swoon with the stranger in me, you helped me find it. If I’m a ruptured soul, dear stranger, will you help me mend it?
One hundred and twenty three more- chapters that remained unsung, in the room’s muggy corner. I cringed under the sheets as I liked the coherence with my indefinite pain. Better than ascertaining that it will remain untouched, unsung always.
He adored her desolation more, tearing apart those many luring pages.
amid the canopy of shallow hearts
she discovered you
to the beat of her footsteps
singing, you walked towards her
to pallid destination, too
starting to ink you down
you seemed like an endless abyss blinding her veins from capturing yours
her scribbles of dusk were woven in corner
for it to stab you
walls ached for space
lone, filled with arid emotions
she walked furthermore
probing your intention
isn’t it you who should test?
on a berm
she lost you, abrupt
a thing she feared
under the flickering yellow
still walking over
hoping to find you
over the crumbled glass
veiled on the sidewalk
my constrained steps i count within
narrow time frame
golden threaded shreds
wanting to be concealed amidst fragile beauty
to find the self elsewhere
clasped above mediocre
if i’m let-
to be lost, misled
to step on the glass
and lose a drop of blood
Featured Image Location: Bombay (now known as Mumbai)
Photographed by my friend.