I hid behind the pace of my heart
and I couldn’t tell them who I was,
My voice betrayed me when it stood
witness to despair,
It tingles my heart and ticks my mind
day in and day out,
Who am I, I wonder, coz there ain’t
just one voice pulling my strings,
I am outnumbered by opinions
and scenarios playing inside,
I am a puppet of reactions and
a subconscious mind,
I am trying to find that space where
there is reason without being callous,
Who am I trying to protect?
A question that goes unanswered,
My sanity wanting to win most times
but at the cost of who?
Tell me, what would you choose?
To come out and then convince the mirror
everyday, is it okay to kill trust?
Or live in fear, guilty of killing your conscience?
Tell me, who would you choose?
A pain that believes you are the cure or
A vulnerability that you owe?
Tell me who would you choose?
If the weather was stormy and
you got your feet in two boats to sail,
Knowing, only one is for you to save,
But picking either one, puts the other in danger,
and anyway you will be labelled a murderer,
Tell me…. oh please tell me, who would you choose?!

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Moments came wrapped in glistening silk,
Thread by thread pulled at the seams,
Unwrapped like they’d explode faces into shards,
How painful it is to bless them, they thought,
Desperate to see a glimpse of a smile,
Something to make them feel they belonged,
Their benevolence, ignored second by second,
Reciprocation of life, served on a platter of hate,
How tough it must be to stay,
To hear a rhetoric of despair,
Was their suffering to witness suffering?
As I sat wondering of their fate,
They whispered in my ear,
‘We are the countless blessings
for that you pray, we are always there’

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Is it too tough to be able to
recognise what’s present?
Is it too much to look at
all that lives and be grateful?
Is it wrong to ask for forgiveness
and blessings in the same breath?
Where are we headed, where will we go,
aren’t these questions too painful to echo?
How to be brave? How to live enough in my today?
I’d want to explore the possibilities for a change,
Is suffering the end game? I refuse to believe,
The path towards change is painful but there,
and I walk, knowing the only way is through.

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I wanted to confess all that I felt once and for all,
even if falling short of what you made me out of
your imagination, While I stayed being myself
giving all I had in the midst of tiny hurricanes
of my summer, To find love in a purpose is pretty
but to never find closure is not,
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etched on my heart like
they hold the reigns to
the beating and pumping in it,
keeping me alive at every
line that looks like an end.

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the finish line hazes
into a game of hearts,
Where that euphoric feeling
of winning comes by
losing ourselves into each other.

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meant to melt at first sights,
It sometimes begins with repulsion,
And sets you on a journey of
discovering how to get comfortable
living in zones of conflicting emotions,
Finding a middle ground by walking
that extra mile, reaching somewhere
you can begin to call a home,
Where disorder is the way of life
you learn to embrace, such that,
peace feels alien and uncomfortable.

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all you can grasp is the path well known ,
a tough track to find outside your soul,
So rush towards that light you carry inside,
Nothing can be more enlightening,
than the stars that shine within.

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Within the beating of souls,
one lives for the other and vice versa,
Then a mount of plethora of wants,
metamorphoses into needs,
Deciding who stays thereafter.

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The dreams that take us
into the worlds unknown ,
carry pieces of reality
forgone long ago.

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