Cliches

Cliche #1
"If you love something, set it free.  If it comes back, it's yours; if it doesn't,  it never was".

This, with the image of a flying dove, hung from an obscure corner of my house. I could never understand it's true meaning then and it doesn't matter that I do now. What matters is, do I believe it?
See, the thing is, that when we love someone, we never think we'd have to let them go. And even if we are left with no choice but to let you go, how do we let go of the memories? Of the first time we kissed, of the time we held hands, of the glances we'd steal of the other, of the trivial things we fought about, of the way you looked at me, of the scrabble games, of the vows, promises and the conversations and the million moments of pure heaven in each others arms? How do we let go of all of that? How do we mend our broken hearts?

 Cliche #2
"You don't know what you have till it's gone."

The thing is, you never expected it to go. When you have the right people in your life, you don't think they're gonna leave you or go away from your life. And that is where we go wrong. When we begin to assume that the goodness of our life will always be there, we become complacent and that becomes, by far, the worst mistake we will ever make.

Simple theory

I have a simple theory for life, one of my many, but also one that I find to be most truthful and unbearably painful.

Change – time changes, people change. Change is constant. It’s the only one thing that is constant, in this world as we know it. And yet it seems dissimilar and dynamic because of the variables it involves. The weather changes time changes, people change. The people you love, the friends you have, your parents, your siblings, everyone changes.

Change is good, I think, sometimes. But when that change, in mostly people, starts to hurt in places you didn’t know existed, doesn’t seem so good, does it? Friends changing loyalty, lovers changing their love, parents changing their perceptions, siblings changing with age and years. Sometimes the hurt goes unnoticed. That is the change you were expecting.

Most times change rips your guts out, leaving a huge hole in the centre of your chest, sucking out all the air from your lungs leaving you gasping ad writhing in pain. That is the change you never saw coming. That is the train wreckage exhibit you become, while people pass you by horrifyingly assessing the damage that is you. And all you can do is smile, look as pretty as the scars let you look and start to pick up the pieces. And you fix yourself and the scars heal, visibly, with time and you look beautiful all over again. But, even you cannot fathom the extent of the damage.

How to?

1. How important is it to be important to someone?

2. How much does it matter to be number one in someone’s life?

3. How to get rid of the fears and insecurities?

4. How to explain them to someone?

5. How to forgive?

6. How to let go of the past?

7. How to not let the past affect your present?

8. How to love unconditionally?

9. How to love through the pain?

10. How to kill your pride and bow down to love?

11. How to fill the hole in my chest?

12. How to stop the tears from falling?

13. How to mend my broken heart?

14. How to stop thinking about you?

15. How to stop loving you?

16. How to let go?

Decoding Adam!

I've had my fair share of encounters with the male species, directly or indirectly. I've never encountered a more confused gene composition than them. For the lack of a better comparison, I think a dog would be better to have around. I won't doubt that most men feel the same way about women. From random conversations, I know they think that women are complex. I'll agree! But at least in the matters of the heart (read love) when we love a man we have the courage to stand up to that and hold on to it versus letting it go. When we truly feel for a guy and kiss him, we mean it. Not wake up the next morning to apologize. Apology means regret and we don't regret kissing you. We don't think you deserve better because we know we're the best for you. We don't go around boy hopping till we find the one that stands between splitting our life into before and after. Yes, we obsess  over loosing you. We're an insecure species. Its a gene defect!! Yes we think about you all the time. Yes we get jealous. Yes we become selfish in wanting to spend more time with you, only because we want to convert each moment spent into a memorable memory to recall when you're not around.

Alive

You smile, you're alive
You fear, you're alive
You cry, you're alive
You worry, you're alive
You dance, you're alive
You laugh, you're alive
You feel, you're alive
You breathe, you're alive
You love, you're alive
You live, you're alive

wishes

Wish I had hugged you longer
Wish I had held you tighter
Wish I had said the many things
That were running through my head
Wish I had turned around
Wish I stood the chance

Dear Heart!

Dear Heart,

Do not fall in love ever!!! You'll hurt yourself and break into a million pieces. And a million pieces are not easy to fix. The scars left behind will be there forever. They will nudge everytime a memory resurfaces, everytime you hear a familiar song or pass by a familiar restaurant and everytime that happens grief will come over you like never before. Even smiling at another heart's joy will hurt you. You and i will both turn into bitter, spiteful people.

I promise you that i will never let you get hurt and you have to promise me the same.

xoxoxoxo

everything is different...nothing will ever be the same again...i cannot seem to get the image of you and her out of my head...it keeps rewinding itself in my brain playing over and over and over again...the hole in my lungs is still there and so is the immense pain...but my body has become numb to that...the only signs of my hurting is the occasional tear...

always be there

the sound of the piano fills my ears through the speakers. i cannot describe the way it makes me feel. chaos and peace within me at the same time. when i close my eyes to the sound, the last one year rewinds itself. i find myself standing at the point at which it all began; staring at something that is beyond me. and although i cannot see anything i know i’m looking at you through the blinding light. someday you’ll walk forward and take my outstretched palm into yours and pull me close. someday you’ll see the love and it will fill you like it has filled me. you too will hear the symphony of the piano. life will rewind itself and you’ll find yourself standing at the point at which it all began; staring at something beyond yourself. i’ll wait for that day to take your hand in mine. life is a circle. you will have to reach the starting point of the circumference. don’t be afraid to come back. i’ll still be there, i promise.

not all relationships can be defined…the larger stake falls into general categories like family, friends, acquaintances, etcetera…but there are some that cannot be categorized…you cannot exactly call it friendship and nor are they acquaintances…nor do they come under the prospective love interest segment…they’re beyond the common emotions of man…they’re superior than the normal…they begin with no expectations and remain the same until you chose otherwise…a relief from the usual…you don’t have to offer explanations for your actions or be apologetic for being yourself…you know you’re not being judged so you be yourself…you’re accepted and respected…they derive your definition by the person your are and not by your actions…and even though you share some of the best moments or conversations of your life with them, you fall short of words to define what you share with them…but you don’t care about what the world would think because only you know the sanctity of your equation with that person…


it doesn’t always have to be about intelligent conversations…you can discuss the most inane things in life…and yet you don’t always have to speak to converse…silences say more than words can ever…and that’s the best part, you can sit next to each other and stay silent for hours on end…and you can hold their hand while you walk and know that it won’t lead to complexities…everything that transpires is devoid of malice…

Closure.

how things change. people, relationship statuses, the weather, life…me. there was a time when i thought i would die or go insane if you left me. i thought i would break and maybe for a little while i did. i almost went insane too with the pain of your loss. the reality though, is that you can’t loose what you never had. when you left and you took everything away with you. the smile, the laughter, the joy; even the pain. it’s like a huge hole was punched through my heart. i know i dreamt about you every night and when i woke up i had no recollection of that dream. but i know i’d seen you because i could still feel you around when i woke up. its weird that i feel you when you’re not around. yet when you’re physically there i push myself to feel nothing. i don’t know you anymore and i don’t belong in the new world you have made for yourself. and all this while i thought there was a chance.


and now i’m here. and it’s funny ‘cause i thought that i had missed you all these months. that i had missed your laughter, your face, your voice, your presence, your touch. and i thought i’d break down if i ever saw you again. and it’s even strange ‘cause i didn’t feel anything but numb. in a way i feel free from the burden of having to belong to someone. but i am also saddened by the knowledge that i have no one to belong to. i wanted to see you, to hold and kiss you, which i did. i have reached that phase in life where if it works out i’ll be happy and if it doesn’t i know i’ll move on without a trace of remorse or regret or bitterness or even vengeance for that matter. infact i am thankful to you for bringing my fears to my face and leaving me alone to confront them thus making me stronger. for subconsciously pushing me to be content. for making me realize that nobody on this planet will love me more than i can love myself. this is my closure. the need to see you one last time as i’d seen you the first time was my craving for closure than for anything else. now i can open my fists, stretch my arms and release myself.

i've almost forgotten what it feels like to be touched by you
and yet i get goose bumps when i remember the times
you've run your fingers on my back, through my hair
on my lips, over my face
my mind's telling me to let go
and in my head maybe i have
but my heart doesn't let me forget
not yet, at least
time will heal all the hurt
time will ease all the pain
time will also take with it all the love
but it cannot take away the hope
the belief, that in the end
everything will be alright

Loss

Losing doesn't always mean forever...you can touch and feel the person and still have lost them...what do you do then??? what’s better then - not having the person with you at all or having them and pushing yourself to be happy without them…moving on doesn’t mean forgetting...sometimes the pain of loss is so deep you need a reason, whatever it may be, for some kind of consolation...to believe that there is a greater purpose to our loss...loss is never understood; neither by those who don't experience it nor by those who do…no reason, no logic can ever define its profundity…the question of why always lingers…the acceptance of that loss is almost impossible to face…denial, more denial and then follows a reluctant acceptance…i say reluctant because there is hope…whether they’re in heaven or sitting on the bench next to you, the hope that you will hold their hand again when you walk always remains…many may think this kind of thinking is unhealthy…i say they’ve not lost…maybe it’s easy to forget or maybe it’s not…maybe with a little effort it’s possible to forget and get over and move on and more of such words used by psychologists and therapists to sound superior and in control of their emotions…but who wants to forget…who wants to let go…who wants to move on if moving on means giving up the memories…if moving on means forgetting...

Almost done

its sharpness glistens

in the moonlight
in contemplation, i wait
should i?, shouldn’t i?
the glow of the candle
flickers, almost at it’s end

my mind, ravaged
with thoughts
my eyes, blinded
with visions
my heart, overcome
with emotion
chaotic chills run down
my spine


in one swift motion
a cut runs through my wrist
blood spurts over my clothes
forming stains
that will be sampled later
my whole life flashes before my eyes
the smell of white lilies
mixed with the scent of wet mud
fills my nose


the hour has come closer now
in the dead of the night
i can hear each drop of blood
fall and merge with the puddle
formed at my feet


the pain receding
smiling faces of my loved ones
playing before my eyes as they close in


and then i wake up
the sharpness on my bedside table
still glistening
in the moonlight
i pick it up, walk back
to the kitchen
place it back where it belongs

The truth remains untold

to be or not to be
to say or not to say
to do or not to do
the doubts persist

flowers drawn, while
thinking of you
words erased, actions denied
quick to judge, point a finger
not knowing the truth
the doubts still linger

no hand to hold
no reassuring hug
in a snap, all is lost
wandering farther away
yet no justifications asked
and no clarifications given
the truth remains untold

Life's like that

of love and hurt
of trust and betrayal
the pain of a loss
the joy of a gain
denying a presence
accepting the unreal
of faith in faith
of belief in beliefs
of lies and deceit
of strange kindness
of happy surprises
of devastating news
life’s like that

In memory of you

i’ve returned to the house
a place i know so well
yet i feel like a stranger
nothing changed, nothing moved
except maybe the layers of dust
that have thickened since last time


your room untouched
a dog eared book with a mark
at the page you last read
the sheets still the same
preserving the smell of you
one solitary rose in the vase
dried and withered


i want to leave things
the way i’d left them before
so i sit on the edge of your bed
where we sat once not long ago
reminiscing moments that once filled
this room with life


now lifeless, the light filters in
through a crack in the glass
highlighting the solitary rose
i gave to you the night before
you left
so long ago and yet so close
that is the only thing
i’ll take back with me this time
the rose and a memory of you


the rose, in memory of you

What good?

So you’ve burnt the last physical evidence of her
But what good has it done
You can’t burn her from your memory

So you drink to shut her voice from you ears
But what good has it done
It still resonates beyond the din

So you’ve erased the mails and messages
But what good has it done
The words are etched on your heart

So you’re trying to hate her by remembering the times she hurt you
But what good has is it
You remember the hurt you caused her too

So you’ve given up trying and decide to go with the flow
But what good has is it
The flow of your life leads towards her

So you’re flowing towards her again
But what good is it now
She has drifted way beyond you reach

Reflection

How do you erase the bad memories and move on?
How do you forgive the hurtful words and actions?
How do you start afresh when all of the hurt is at the back of your mind?
Is it possible to surpass each word and action and live normally?
And if it is then how is it done?
How can you be with him when all you can remember is the pain he caused you?
How can you still love him so much even though you haven’t forgiven him?
And even if you are trying to forgive him, how are you going to forget?
Each time you say you love him, do you mean it or is it just a lie?
Are you still with him because you’re scared of being without him?
Have you noticed the changes in him or is it just me?
How come he never whispers sweet nothings into you ear anymore?
How come he doesn’t say he loves you back anymore?
How come he doesn’t say he misses you back anymore?
What are you both into?
Is it for real or is this all just a lie?
Is it my over imagination or are you really not happy?
And do these questions matter to you?
What’s the point anyway, because the minute you move away from the mirror these questions will fade away along with me.

Auld Lang Syne

Should old acquaintance be forgot
And never brought to mind?
Should old acquaintance be forgot
And days of time gone by?

For Auld Lang Syne, my dear
For Auld Lang Syne
We’ll take the cup of kindness yet
For Auld Lang Syne

And surely you’ll buy your drink
And surely I’ll buy mine
And we’ll take a cup of kindness yet
For Auld Lang Syne

We two have run about the hills
And picked the daisies fine
But we’ve wandered many a weary foot
For Auld Lang Syne

We two have paddled in the stream
From noon sun till dinner time
But seas between us broad have roared
For Auld Lang Syne

And there is a hand, my trusty friend
And give us a hand of yours
And we’ll take a good will drink, my dear
For Auld Lang Syne