The day before, today, tomorrow. Nothing but seconds turning to hours turning to days. What makes a place in our heart is the meaning these days have for us.
Thursday, December 16, 2021
Wednesday, October 27, 2021
Friday, June 25, 2021
FOOLS
but when do they ever stop
to wipe the bloodstains off it?
Trying to find the perfect corner,
perfect faults and crevices to fit in-
to be invisible,
but hold the walls together.
Screams never leave the throat,
words die before they fly away.
For once, would you ever stop to ask,
if told, would you ever understand?
This world I built for me
is slowly filling up
with the stories untold, tears choked
and I am the only one caught in the flood.
Drown or teach myself to swim.
It gets scary-
the pronoun I;
I am afraid to empty my thoughts,
what if I lose them,
what if the world did not hold them?
So put them with me,
we will be one
as heavy as the burden is,
I am sure they will be safe.
What if I leave my heart out
and it is scratched, bruised, and wounded
so I keep it in chains behind bars
so they will be safe for now.
Monday, June 21, 2021
OLD CONVERSATIONS
Those crevices and sharp edges
Sunday, May 2, 2021
YESTERDAY
Regret? Or no regret?
A powerful emotion-
It is the sourness that fills your mouth,
The silence that chokes you, leaves you gasping for breath,
That empty feeling of fullness
Wanting to start, never wanting to end
Or if ended never wanting to understand.
All the time that flew away
Are the withered leaves that we let fall
But we haven’t yet lost the tomorrows
And it is never too late to start.
We haven’t lost these moments that we take
To pause in our tracks
To look at our own broken reflections
Screaming inside;
Smiles etched on our masks.
The only light I see
At the end of this never-ending spiral
Is a little thread of thought –
Your yesterdays do not define your next days;
Your crumbled wings do not define your strength
You don’t need the ghosts of your past
To find yourself.
ALL OF THEM
Nothing.
I don't regret anything.
Not the tears, or the fears.
The uncertainty- complete in its purity
the crumbling words that fear the worst
left an impression
so deep the expression
but the fire that burnt never got hurt.
So,
All the night flowers
All the screams choked on silence
All the crushed wings, dull smiles, and lifeless eyes
All the lights that burn low,
All the disrupted symphonies
and burnt up books
crumbled beneath heavy footsteps.
One moment-
Oblivious of the past, unmindful of the future,
our hands tightly wound over the reins of a single moment of the present,
We sail- all of us; we conquer.