how does it feel
to fire the bridge
once you cherished
like a sacred bond?
all those efforts
to keep it alive, now,
makes no sense.
if it's meant to go,
it better go
the right way.-
like an echo, in the forest
the opportunity will come around
like a tide, in the ocean
the opportunity will ebb and flow
like a rainbow, after the storm
the opportunity will be found-
The man beside her
never asked
what it meant
to let go.
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you join a hood
hoping one hop
for every three rungs,
and, you realize -
you ain't climbing up
just sinking down slow
hopes thinning
doubts growing
blues crawling
silence wrapping
are you?
if you are, can you?
if you can, will you?
if you will -
will that make you happy?
now... are you?-
multitasking is more like
a two timing - an injustice to both,
and a betrayal of focus-
// between traps//
chances are never
what they claim to be
they're never true,
not here, atleast.
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// you stood up for yourself //
your heart is that glass,
that breaks and cuts deep;
until every shard echoes justice,
until every crack takes revenge.
you're not that mirror,
you don't reflect anymore;
you're revealing,
for the very first time,
yourself, deliberately.
and in that, you stand
u n b r o k e n.-
// black and white //
She's searching for stories in every smile and frown. The clock ticks and the days flip. Time weighs her down. Drafts remain empty and the paid plans are burning quietly. One tip after another goes into her bookmark bucket. The dearly dream slowly moulding into a fancy goal. Jealousy grew like a pest on the leaves. Hope hasn't left yet. It's still there, distant and blurred in shades merely of black and white.-
I am lost
in the forgotten town,
and the air feels like
it's holding a secret.
the secret I'm looking for,
the key that can bring
my painful memories back.
the streets are empty,
the shadows - transparent
hard to tell if they're real
or just a mirage of hope
and I'm still here
trying to unlock myself-