Heart; broken and smashed.
Responsibilities; unnoticed and left adieu.
Mentality; stripped and bruised.
Soul; under repair or maybe construction.
Health; abused and slaughtered.
I; alive yet dead!

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Encompassing the emotions,
Repurchasing a new set of goals,
Unable to entertain toxicity to the soul,
Demanding to myself some more strength,
Consistency and patience!
Going low-key whenever possible,
Being privately a public person,
And vice versa of my roles,
Switching personalities like my clothes,
Sometimes a lighter shade,
Sometimes a much darker one,
But getting comfortable being the way I'm,
Because self-love is the most peaceful!
So this new year, maybe just as mundane
Yet memorable, I pray I will get along
With the universe's plan for me!

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Just another fourteen days,
And I shall set him free.
I know he'll run to him,
And other men, I believe.
For a match to yet be found,
That ravishes the pleasures
Which his body holds untied.
For an instant turn of events,
I will see him change men
Like he changes his bedsheets,
Every morning and every night,
And sometimes in between.
He's faithful to me, yet yields
Such boldness, new bodies
He seek, mortified with awe
And his manhood uncalm,
Devours flesh and gives them taste
Of exotic beauty he holds.
Such a temple I placed my heart at,
Where men dwell more often alone!!

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This was all a random fall of an offspring,
The parents remains undisturbed,
Like death has hit them subconsciously,
Unbothered to noticed the pain and grief
They stare at me, and only stare!
With horror i watch them back, so stubborn
I guess they less care, but once in their senses
They rush to me, look at me in a disturbed way
For only I'm a model of failure to them,
And my fall is like a mundane event to my existence.
I try to cry, crawl back and scream,
They shut me up with lies and taunts,
“I'm a grown man, not a crybaby anymore”
They'll remind me everyday.
Pay the bills or leave the house,
Terms and conditions are given all around.
They glorify my fall with examples of others,
And also remind me to ashamed to exist,
For I am just a model of failures to them,
My fall and I, don't essentially exist!

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“I promised to myself that when the days will be harder and unbearable, I'll love you a bit more than I usually do, I'll be there in silence when your mind is screaming at you, I'll be there in peace when the war inside is raging high. I promise to love you a little more, because I know you would do it for yourself too.”

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“Some days you'll be capable of comforting others, while on some days you've to comfort yourself because people tend to think you are irresponsible and incapable of doing incredible things, just because you're in a midlife crisis waiting for things fall in place.”

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“Let your pain be the reason you stood strong and fought with a smile, because you were born a warrior!”

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“Some days letting go is the only option left, because things are now different than they used to be and so are the people whom you once knew”

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“Every day we used to spend so much time together physically, yet we hardly talked, you laughed while I frowned and you did the same, we learnt our differences became bigger than the similarities we shared, had our love faded into some distant memory, or is it just my insecurities than hits hard on a different perspective!”

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“Sometimes it gets scary when you can see the attention been diverted on someone else, the care and affection might be next becomes a serious doubt, and a single doubt can ruin everything!”

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