Sitting on the sharp edge of uncertainty, One thing that I am certain of is YOU. That I hold your heart and you hold mine That even if there's no tomorrow, it's fine. Scared and sorry I am not anymore Life's a blessing that I now adore. Nothing can rob my happiness this time As I have now found peace for a lifetime.
Tag: Poetry
Power to Choose
What's done is done What's gone is gone What's gone is past What's past is dead There's no going back No way to be undone. And that's the beauty Of the past It gives you the power The power to choose! The power to choose What to remember And what to forget, What to revisit And what to neglect, What to cherish And what to desert, What to keep alive And what to lay dead! And that's my power The power to choose!
Single Draft
There were days When I lost it Lost my restraint Flew into a rage Said things I never intended. There were days When I lost it Lost my better senses Stepped in crap And repented. There are days When I wish These times didn't happen That I could erase What's already written. But, you see, Life is single draft book We are single draft writers With no going back No erasing or editing And that's its beauty Moving on to the next And never going back!
I Would
If I could stop
All this hustle-bustle
Going up in my head
And put my mind to rest
I would.
If I could stop
Worrying about the future
And start living in the present
I would.
If I could stop
Rationalising the past
And let everything go
I would.
If I could stop
Caring for others' opinions
And stop trying to impress them
I would.
If I could
Take it easy
Take it a day by day
And enjoy life's twists and turns
I would.
Not You
Sometimes Stars align Prayers get answered Life comes back on track You move on from an impossible mess You heal from unfathomable pain Sometimes All you need is A little stardust of hope And a belief That there are days better than this That the sun is somewhere on the horizon About to rise And that you deserve that sunrise That you deserve better. Sometimes That "you" is not you.
Once Again?
My bags were packed And I was ready to leave But here I am, once again Stuck. My heart was healing And my spirits were high But here I am, once again Bleeding. The past was over And I was moving on But here I am, once again Crying. Life was smiling And I was feeling alive But here I am, once again Dead.
Better
It gets better But it takes patience Days, weeks, months, years Of patience To get through the moments That breaks your bones Wrecks your heart And crushes your soul Trust me It gets better Either the impossible mess is resolved And the unfathomable pain goes away Or you become numb To everything.
That Look
That look on your face When you heard my name That look on your face When you saw me for the very first time That look on your face When you heard my voice That look on your face When you caught me smiling at your puns That look on your face When you saw how well we get along That look on your face When people speculated us being together That look on your face When I brushed it off altogether Oh, that look on your face said it all That you do love me after all Oh, that look made me fall for you even harder Funny how I thought I was smarter Oh, that priceless look on your face That took my breath away Oh, it's all your fault That look made my heart somersault!
Him
Surprising things that love does to you Gives birth to a spirit so new Now I feel euphoric without any cue Added to my life is an auspicious hue Suddenly all my caresses were for him Dived into the ocean I believed I can't swim Now I sing him every day like a hymn Never thought the God I needed was him Oh, how he made my paradigm shift Suddenly now life feels all worth it He is everywhere, yet he is not Oh, how lucky I am that he came across!
To Let Go or To Hold Back?
To let it go or to hold it back? To let it flow or to build a dam? To live in the moment or to let it pass? To say it all or to say it none? To feel it all or to stay numb? To dive in or to stay at bay? To let it melt or to let it freeze? To soak it in or to stay unaffected? To address the letters or to burn them down? To dedicate the poems or to erase them all? To take the plunge or to stay afraid? To name it love or to call it whatever?