Author: Sayali Talvelkar

Live this life enough

And one agrees with the stoics

Death is a release

Whine, Complain, Repeat

If self pity was answer

We all would have won

You will be, Worries

While I am Wilting Away

You are Immortal

Universal is pain

But secretly, joy is too.

Can we accept it?

Night at the desert

By the grace of crescent moon

Sight of the milky-way

Moving every moment, static illusion.

Till the disintegration, integrate back to another.

The vehicle breaks apart, inside another vehicle.

Broken vehicles, many, inside the vehicles still running,

towards, through, from, the undefined.

Unexplored visions for the untapped potential,
suffocated slowly, by the preconceived notions of ourselves.

“I was born with this much innate, and with it, I shall die.”

Where is the space for persistence, efforts, discipline, determination and improvement,
when the mind is dictated by the fixed.

Couple of decades doesn’t even make up half of an average human life,
yet, we should, we must, settle our cards, for the whole life?!

Does it seem rational, oh thinking being?

Is it not true waste of a human life?

The last thing we would experience is dying, so why are we so cruel to ourselves while we live?

Unformed ideas, masked meanings and undiscovered vocations lies within each of us.

The narrator of our story, is still us.

If we have today, we still got time.

If we are alive, then we are in our prime.

If we can will and think, we still have it in us.

Let’s just step out of our own way, first.

Strings of rain water

Dropping down the gravid clouds

Maybe there’s heaven

Do love, and be loving,

Let go, if that can’t be done.

Harm is more, in holding on,

If love has to be enforced upon.

Far away from distance, wish well and go on.

Life goes on, as life passes on,

Regrets are left, of what if’s and how people were wronged.

It can be a moment of harshness,

but it can be traced for a lifetime.

What meaning is kindness, if can’t be given to a loved one,

Wounds are not a love language, always remember.

It was going to decide if we would be in each other’s lives,

And the results are in, and its a goodbye.

Even if I am used to being the odd one out,

it still hurt, when you invited me and didn’t save a seat.

Kindness was mutual I thought,

But marking your territory was more important I guess.

The meekness covered up for the disregard and inconsistencies,

This time, love is as bitter as it was sweet.

Had so many reasons, to end it then.

So let me be the one, once again

To wish you well and burn the rest of the bridge.