I may look broke,
I have mended myself like a number of times..
like a broken anklet,,
I make a feeble sound,
unknown to ears that are familiar with my face..
like a broken string I kept breaking away,
twitching my inner peace of mind,
but, I just remained a piece of decor in anyone’s life.
all I did was shine bright, amidst my dusted roads…
like a fluorescence lighting up the whole world around me,,
but still left to remain close to those feet, than their hearts.
Unknown to me
is your side…
which makes me crave
for the complicated you
I crave to be the piece of you
that remains clinging to you
like an invisible scar,
that keeps burning
to remind the time I had ever with you…
let us be together,
finally becoming a tombstone
monument of unrequited love…
I am learning from you all
to break hearts…
pursuing the art of it
by mending and breaking hearts
like you all did once to me…
but never bothered to mend it at all..
so here I am, all the broken pieces collated well
but you will never see me cry over the broken pieces..
Now, as I enjoy being selflessly loved
to break it down easily,
that brings me at peace ..
I never mind..
as you broke my mind…
when it was the right time to nurture it…
All I do is
mend to end…
an unspoken word,
an unsatisfied urge,
a step never, taken
a promise, that never sworn
a dream never conquered,
a wind that never collected,
a drop that never quenched,
a cloud that never cried
a star that never shone,
–that is you and me,
who never united, yet traversed together forever.
unable to be me
destructing myself inwardly
I shut myself from the world I desired
I shun away from peace
left all the leaves unturned and unnurtured
walked away like never to be returned
as you pulled me back
as you were equally broken like me
our eyes met and led us to a hope
a hope which we lived
a life that began from an unbroken promise
to be with each other forever
tackling difficulties unshattered and unshaken
living a reality yet in an unreal world
a world that we weaved together.