The Trooper.

But often he is lying alone,
in the shadows of the crumbling wall.

Lost in the trackless jungle of his pain.
He clutches the pitiless red earth in vain
and whimpers like a stricken animal.
The world doesn't favour him.
But he isn't the one accepts anything below his bar.
With the taste of defeat still lingering on his tongue,
 he holds his injured arm,
which bleeds not just blood but the song of his courage.
He makes his way towards the light at the end of the tunnel. Again.
Because he may not be the one who wins every war.
He's not the ruler of his fate.

But he also isn't the one who's been taught to give up on his dreams.

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Strangers.

 

She tried everything.

Didn't she?

Cut her hair that trendy.

Dressed up chicer.

Walked like she gave no damn.

And that swagger in her step made you wonder if she was really over you?

And for the teeniest moment, you wanted her back.

Wanted to wrap your arms around her nimble body and tell her that everything would be alright.

Tell her that the boy she was ruing over wasn't just worth it.

But you can't. Because you're the reason she's in tatters.Life moves in such a weird circle, doesn't it?

Strangers, then friends, then best friends, then lovers, and now you're back at being strangers.

You clench your fist on the thought of her going out with someone else. Only to remind yourself that she isn't yours anymore.

Will never be yours again.

Started out as strangers, and better of as the same.


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Heart < Mind

turn away

           (please don't)

and let me live with all this pain.

                        (don't)

just walk away

                  (no)

just turn your pretty face

                          (if you do, I'll die)

tell me the truth

                              (I rather live with lies)

because I don't care anymore

                          (oh, I care for you more than ever)

living in this web of misery I've turned to stone

                                                    (have I?)

tell me everything, make me hate you

                                ( we both know that I can't hate you)

cause hate runs deeper than love

                                            (does it?)

cause hate runs faster than blood

                                       ( I guess, it does.)







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Thief.

I swear
            all my parts are healed.
           I don't get flashbacks or much of that cheesy stuff.

All's good.
              Everything is working out fine.
              Heart beat is normal.
            Mind is in peace.

But you know what?
                         There's one only one thing you
              took away forever.

My innocence.
                  I was a naive girl.
                  A girl who blindly believed in love.
          She knew it would be hard.
 But even then,
              she took her chance
            for the one she loved.

And you,
           you stole her everything
             jumbled her world around
          kicked her heart across the inlays of her
           beautiful marble house of hope.
So bad
       that she lost her,
            love,
 hope,
           sanity,
  belief.

And now,
      I'm an atheist.
not in the sense of God
with a capital 'G'.
But in the sense of the
        world.

You made me grow up so fast.
I used to believe.
You weren't just my first love, lesson or whatever.
You were the thief of my aesthetics.


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No Strings Attached.

love me,

because you're like a poem
easy and fun to read
but hard to decipher.
I'm the poet.
And I like challenges.

need me,

'cause like a wounded animal,
I'm in need for it.
caring hands
caressing words
a little warmth.

Care for me,

because a human always pines
for temporary delights.
and love,
well love is the most temporary
delight of all.
Care will always linger
like an aftertaste.

And,
       this love will have
no strings attached
because like a rubber band
promises always bounce back
and kills me inside.
     
            And this killing,
I cannot survive.
Just let me be a temporary delight
and pretend to love myself for being
a minute adrenaline rush in
someone's extensive life.



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Picture Perfect?

 It's surprising how I've learnt to live without you.
I look at our pictures and it strikes me;
that smile,
which used to make my tummy cartwheel
no longer has the same effects.
those eyes,
which seem to look deep inside my soul
no longer do.
that warmth,
which I used to feel, even if you were not there,
turned into waves of coldness.
the emotions I used to feel,
are numb.
The person beside me in those pictures,
I no longer recognise him.
Our picture is just a picture now, not the
masterpiece I used to think it was.
And the people in the pictures,
they are no longer the same.
Photographs do not change, people do.


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Destruction in disguise.

I'm the silence after a talk.
I'm satisfaction.
I'm the ocean which wears away the sand.
I'm anarchy.
I'm the air of the atmosphere, which
either breaks havoc or nourishes.
I'm naissance.
I'm the cream in your coffee.
I'm improvement.
I'm the cherry on top of the cake.
I'm the best part.
I'm the first rays of Sun, giving light to the world.
I'm the statue of hope.
But most importantly,
I'm a women.
I can be the glue.
Or destruction in disguise.

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Messy Healing.

 I gave you my everything,
but my love wasn't enough to make you stay.
So you left me all alone,
and made me hit the bay.
Waking up each morning,
a constant pain is there,
which will diminish over time,
but now it's here and there.
I see you in every place I go,
you won't just go away,
But it lessens over time
 then why does your heart cut over mine?
Each and everyday.
I know time heals everything,
so why won't it heal me fast?
Seeing me in such a situation,
isn't it a big contrast?
So I wake up each morning,
 to hope to make you go away.
'Cause my heart can't bear so much,
but it's bearing it anyway.
In the night, I close my eyes,
to see you walk away.
A fresh wave of agony hits me now,
but oh well! I'll bear it anyway.
Until I heal, until I hope,
until I love again.
Until I see you in a garbage bin,
which will make me smile again. :)

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Inked.

Brown.
The color of your eyes when you first confessed that you loved me. They lit up like a string of fairy lights when I told you that I've been dying to hear those words from you.
Gold.
The color of my aura when we kissed. I felt as if I was complete. I could've died happily. Silver.
 The color of the metal rose you gave me because you thought that rose could never perish just like our love. The rose still has the smell of your cologne lingering on it.
Red.
 The color of your lips when you smiled at me with sunlight pouring all around us on the terrace of the food court. You looked beautiful.
Bronze.
The color of the sun kissed skin of your hand when you held mine, sitting in the afternoon sunlight, talking about the deepest secrets of our families.
 Pink.
The color of my cheeks when you said that I looked beautiful. No matter how greasy my hair was. No matter how my nails were bitten to stumps. No matter how fat and ugly I felt. You never failed to make me feel beautiful.
 Grey.
The color of my alarm I felt when things started to go wry. You started making excuses.
 Blue.
 The color of my mood when you stopped texting. You started ignoring me.
 Purple.
The color of my soul when I realized that the promises you made were never meant to be kept.
 Black.
 The color of my heart when I finally realized that it was the end and my heart couldn't bear the brunt of the pain you left behind.

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Unkept Promises.

You said you didn't use me,
then why am I feeling like a whiskey bottle, which is only important until the drink's over. Gone.
You said you would never hurt me,
then why do I feel as if someone just ripped open my chest, yanked my heart and guts out and left me lying on the floor to die. But not quite dead.
Undead.
You said you'd never leave me,
then why am I feeling like a lone cigarette in the pack.
Unlit.
You told me that you'll never break my heart.
Then why do I feel as if it just broke into a thousand hundred pieces and there's nothing -NOTHING!- I can do to put it back.
Together.
You said you love me.
And now I look back to all these promises you didn't keep and why does it feel as if you never loved me at all.

Parallel Lines.

"No honey, we aren’t parallel lines. We crash together in the most destructive passion and when we meet, it always ends with a broken heart. Always my broken heart. So no. We are anything but parallel lines. We are not the same."

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Contradictions.

My life has been a series of contradictions. Every time I think I can't do it, I do. Every time I think yes, it is the end, it's not. Every time I try to hold myself back, I fail. Every time I try not to stumble on your stupid lies, I trip. Every time I try not to fall for those soft brown eyes, crooked smile and faint acne around your nose, I fall. I fall hard. It's so hard not to. I hold myself back from what I yearn because I know, that when you abandon me and I crash on the floor, with shudders running up and down my body, shaking me apart and I give my 100 per cent not to let the pieces of my heart scatter at your feet. I know that you won't be the who helps me to stop shuddering and sweep all those pieces. For I know this much that, I am alone.
Keep Dreaming!

To love is to destroy.

If your love is my impending destruction, then it is also the cure.
And I'm ready to be destroyed a hundredth-fold, to come at your doorstep for a tenth-fold of your love. 

Keep Dreaming!