Today when I saw the same,familiar face which was 6 yrs and exactly 2 months old to my body,
I realised yet again,upon his sight why does my mind always become cloudy.
I realised that I was a wrongly manufactured piece of God,
who could only love and forgive but never forget even his single nod.
Till day I was bluffing and foul playing with myself I realised,
He'll come back one day and we could have a happy family I had picturised.
Oh don't forget the dog which we also would have had,
But all I could feel is the emptiness after he left,and that made even my DNA sad.
The regret is not about the refusal of my unconditional love,
but about how delicate the human heart is,like the wings of a dove.
The shock is not about the way he left,on a serene night while I was far asleep...making no noise,without prior notice,mercilessly..
But about how nothing is ever enough for people who behave so carelessly.
The tears are not for him,Oh no..
but they are for washing away that every inch of pain that I have felt,
when my brain had warned me not to do so.
All that shattering of my life,my body,my every cell inside is not what hurts,
I myself am surprised by how bad luck with my destiny flirts.
How now even a baby's loud cry makes me cry too,is astonishing
I guess my heart has also been there,through all that suffering.
I come to my senses as the man behind me honks,through my lost,vacuum filled eyes I see the signal green,I thought the clock was ticking...as if to show me how much time I had wasted thinking.
It was time I stopped shaping air into an idol of Love,
there was no use,no future,no purpose to serve.
The problem was not with me I knew,
some roads come without a destination and for these there is no one whom you can sue.
Maybe there are no endings,let alone happy..
Maybe somethings are meant to be half filled.
Maybe,just maybe in some other universal combinations we could just be.
-Peace n Love
Shalaka
I realised yet again,upon his sight why does my mind always become cloudy.
I realised that I was a wrongly manufactured piece of God,
who could only love and forgive but never forget even his single nod.
Till day I was bluffing and foul playing with myself I realised,
He'll come back one day and we could have a happy family I had picturised.
Oh don't forget the dog which we also would have had,
But all I could feel is the emptiness after he left,and that made even my DNA sad.
The regret is not about the refusal of my unconditional love,
but about how delicate the human heart is,like the wings of a dove.
The shock is not about the way he left,on a serene night while I was far asleep...making no noise,without prior notice,mercilessly..
But about how nothing is ever enough for people who behave so carelessly.
The tears are not for him,Oh no..
but they are for washing away that every inch of pain that I have felt,
when my brain had warned me not to do so.
All that shattering of my life,my body,my every cell inside is not what hurts,
I myself am surprised by how bad luck with my destiny flirts.
How now even a baby's loud cry makes me cry too,is astonishing
I guess my heart has also been there,through all that suffering.
I come to my senses as the man behind me honks,through my lost,vacuum filled eyes I see the signal green,I thought the clock was ticking...as if to show me how much time I had wasted thinking.
It was time I stopped shaping air into an idol of Love,
there was no use,no future,no purpose to serve.
The problem was not with me I knew,
some roads come without a destination and for these there is no one whom you can sue.
Maybe there are no endings,let alone happy..
Maybe somethings are meant to be half filled.
Maybe,just maybe in some other universal combinations we could just be.
-Peace n Love
Shalaka
