It’s the nights,
When the hollow spaces,
Feel empty,
It’s the pain,
That shoots,
Like the arrows,
Of a bow,
Maybe we have to bleed,
On the path to heal.-
Breathe! Is what I said,
To myself, being dread,
Was it worth it ? I asked,
And a whisper I heard being masked,
Said “Calm down baby girl”,
Cause in the end you’re all you’ve got to unfurl.
- श्रद्धा करणम-
A story with a well start,
Love and hate through the heart,
Thorns and petals,
Comfort that unsettles,
Things unfold through combat,
Unusual through their habitat,
A cold breeze has begun,
With no feelings to pretend,
She lost him or she didn’t?
The question remained ridden,
Each day each month,
It only grew stronger,
Breaking the thread which held them longer,
She knew it’s time,
For the end to reach not being fine,
Through the arrows of silence,
They called it off with no words to say,
Fate has just thrown a dismay,
They belonged together,
With an end which has been triggered.
-
People get confused,
Between Ego and Self-Respect,
Well know if it’s your place,
To point the difference.-