Bruised Heart

                     "I want to be heard ..I want to be that little bird"

I see behind those smiles rests a land for destitute;
 Behind the love is my servitude.

I am the bruised heart of thee,
Roaring like a Banshee.
Seeking to be an escapee,
Acknowledge my insanity plea!
Freed me into the heavenly sea.

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Unspoken Words..

My eyes speak the unspoken words of the heart..



About the cherished desires that long to depart

Love You

I delve to be in your arms!

In search of that confinement of happiness!

I stare to our meetings of seclusion.

In search of moments together.

My heart waits for that sweet word of bliss

In retort to that endearing kiss

I imagine a world of togetherness.

In response to our remoteness.

Love you ..

love you with all my heart! ♥

A heart never really heals...

The rain pattered down the empty house. I looked around for the warmth of that tight hug. But the solitude reverted back to my sensation. I stood in that emptiness thinking …Is it possible to get a different heart because mine can't afford to get broken anymore...? Can I trust someone the way I trusted him …Can I love someone as much as I love him! He can sit there and try to forget me that am fine it won’t bother me one bit but one thing he needs to realize that the memories shall always remain..And .these memories have been my constant allies for last three years now!

We met as strangers …on the first day of college. Though we never expressed but the sparks had flown when our eyes met the first time .And the follow on days after that we couldn’t face each other because we both knew what was budding in our hearts. Then one thing led to another and the unspoken exchange of the eyes got replaced by that late night conversations…From college...Friends..To love the passage was a remarkable one.

I still remember the day he asked “could I be his forever? And I Had nodded to reaffirm the love! I was living a life of fantasy till that one last fight took it all! After a complete journey of togetherness he ripped my heart into two! He told his family wouldn’t approve of our unification…And he will not go against his family. But what fired up, my anguished heart was that he never conveyed to his kin that I existed in some corner of this entirerity .He just kept reverberating his family wouldn’t commend! I just asked for one attempt at making this relationship a lasting one..He declined .and his nonchalance wounded my essence forever!

The memoirs of our last fight still disturbs my reality…I wish to rewind my life back ….I wish so that I can put everything right but I just know its too late for that! So I exist in this world like that tiny droplet of water on a petal lost and forgotten.

And you know what …A heart never heals certainly a broken heart never heals!!!

Melancholy

My heart...sings the melancholy of the soul..

Truely Yours ..

When you are scared to lose me …I delve to be you strength...

When you can’t sustain without the sound of my voice in your dreams I’m your heartbeat!

When you search for my warmth …I become truly YOURS!

Passion..

I dream to follow my passion …but I am scared of the tug of war my heart and head are playing !

Desire

Dont desire to walk ..the same path as I did...!

Dont desire to live my Life ...Until you have a Strong Heart and Mind..Like mine..!

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CAN’T C U NE MORE...Xx

She lay on the bed perplexed …”If Everything is so right then why does it feel so wrong?”The message said it all, didn’t it? She had been so keyed up with the beep of the phone …that had been her lifeline for six long years! Distance never kills any relationship …It always makes the heart fonder that’s what she held...But how could such a strong link ……be broken by a single text message. She looks around to see the pictures depicting memoirs of their lives together. ..The fun…the laughter and the love .The life that was so perfect, that she was ready to relive it a thousand times…But now there wasn’t any life to live…..Yes there was no life to live!

The juxtaposed thoughts confused her….and the reality came crashing down on her

But …There was no more any life to live at all!

Tears…were flowing down her cheeks…She looked around ….to witness that her cries had no audience to entertain than the vacuum. The pain, the complexities of her so called perfect world … was that entire she had now!

How does she move forward? Where does she go from here? …

With the last drop of tear she whispers into solitude ….

Its said you hurt those you love …You must really love me a lot!

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An Ode to love …

Every instance with you has left me with memories, so beautiful...

Every instance has set the soul, reasons so blissful...

Don’t really consign to reminiscence...
                                      the times the heart has cried to be close to you.

Don‘t really 'commit to memory' the times these eyes...
                                           have spoken the unspoken…before you..!

You know you're not alone when I exist to fill your very core,
You know I dance in your love's galore.
You know it’s your love that’s created such furor;

So,now You know... that forever its only your love ,that I adore.

She

Ripped by the reality of life she got conscious of the two sides of her!
She was a blend of emotions; whose heart cried out when she saw the world in pain. She cried with the child …who lost his childhood; she cried as the world was besieged by terrorism, she cried when a girl was dragged on the streets by goons. Walking down the phases of her life …she believed the world was a part of her... she loved it, cherished it …and nurtured it as her own! She dreamt to see the world dipped in happiness and hope…she dreamt to see a content soul! And she survived just to see the world thrive! …on its own …
But …what was she on the other side? A selfish spirit whose heart craved for more! Who dreamt to see herself as a winning spree? Who just survived to see herself free, the world’s pain was not hers, the world’s tribulations didn’t belong to her…She was the woman of the new genre whose only belief was to rule the world…Whose sustenance was reciprocal to her success. Whose interactions were just a way of life, whose winnings made her smile!
Whose was she …in reality …who was she?
I believe…………………………………….She was just me!

Silence

This silence is deafening…This silence is heart breaking…But, Isn’t it uncanny how this silence says it all !