Posted in The Untold Story

Whom Are You Running From?


I brushed my teeth
twice
before I realised;
it was impossible to
get rid of the
taste of guilt.

I gulped down
two
glasses of water
before I realised;
you cannot wash
down regret.

I tried to breathe
inhale
hold
exhale
repeat
before I realised;
I was the one
burning.

I had a white toast
to calm my
churning stomach
before I realised;
you can only watch storms.
Watch as they ruin
homes, and lives, and everything.
everything they touch.

I shut my ears
listened to music
before I realised;
the thunder of my thoughts
was louder than
all the songs merged into one.

I tried to close my eyes
and escape,
before I realised;
you can’t escape
from each and everything.

There are some situations where you have to accept the truth. Whom do you run to
when you’re running
from yourself?

ShadesofLife

Posted in The Untold Story

To The One Who Was Never Mine

The day I learned not to bother about whatever was happening with you was the day I realized, that my heart is brave to strike off that one thing which I had kept on the highest pedestal since so long. That day I accepted that what’s not meant to happen, no matter how hard I try, no matter how far I run, will not happen. And practically speaking, there is no loss in losing what was never yours, there is no defeat in stepping outside, empty-handed, there is no guilt in giving up on something which never held on to you.

That day I understood that my heart isn’t a graveyard of your memories, where I had buried each one of them chronologically. My heart is certainly not a garden of remembrance where you visit once in a blue moon to offer your condolences to my fallen hopes.

The day your words managed to pierce through the walls of my delicate heart, which were once filled with love, only for you; that day itself you managed to earn my ignorance. From that day itself, your existence never really mattered to me, anymore. So, congrats you have permanently destroyed a perpetual source of love. You have been successful in pushing away a pair of palms that, whenever folded, prayed for you. You successfully lost each and every wish that was meant only for you.

But, forget not that everything, good or bad, eventually comes to an end. So will this, one day. For now, I am letting it burn, our unfinished book, I don’t remember what page number were we at, I don’t remember what chapter had I started before you tore it apart. Neither do I want to remember. I just hope you have a happy and a successful life.

ShadesofLife