The gravity of your life is
already enough to bare,
Yet you are carrying the stress
of people for you cared;
You were connected tight,
but are now stranger in spite.
Yes, They enhanced your life once,
but it only repress your well being today.
It feels impossible to let go, I know;
But to hold on is like watering
a dead plant that wont grow.
Be kind to yourself and
say your goodbyes in silence,
Wish them the best and
Unburden yourself from the plighting.
My coldness is evident,
It is so unlikely of me to not care,
But this is how my body and soul react,
To reach that point of dead end
After so many failed attempts.
You are leaving today to be at another place,
But for me you already moved out
On that night of year end.
I always fall for it,
your shallow concerns
and intentional gestures.
There is no why,
I just fall for it.
Pathetic, Isn’t it?
But I do fall for it
lesser and lesser,
with each passing second.
I do get convinced
more and more
with more self love discovered;
That you are not the destiny ,
but you are just a subplot
that strengthens the fact
that I am the lead.
It is a strange world and stranger is the today’s Love;
We want someone independent,
But we cringe when they refuse to be vulnerable.
We want someone sensitive and loving,
But we label them needy when they tell us what we mean to them.
We want someone Loyal,
But we get easily bored by the stability.
We want someone unique,
But we get intimidated by the difference.
We want someone daring and wild to showoff in our posts,
But we lack guts to say what we mean and prefer to ghost.
We want to be understood ,
but we do not intend to get out of our narrow bubble.
We want real connection,
But we lack the patience to have real communication.
We want to be treated right,
But we fail to give what we desire.
We definitely want to be loved,
But we conveniently ignore the key to receive love.
We accept it or not, we strongly desire nurturing and healthy relations. Maybe we need to look inside rather than finding reasons outside.
All Love.
The question that puzzles me is,
what does being honest and brave means?
Does it mean for you to face your reality?
Or Does it mean for you to fake normality?
This makes me wonder
what exactly is normality?
Is it getting help to cope with your experiences in healthy ways,
Or is it getting intoxicated to go through passing days?
Why is this stigma about admitting your struggles,
When unhealthy coping mechanism just keep you in a bubble.
How does it make sense to fear someone’s sooth,
when others are using deceit to hide their truth.
Who should be actually feared?
Someone who admits their reality,
Or the ones hiding their true nature behind “Normality”.
Core: Majority of the people who suffers from mental illness are the ones getting abused and not the other way around. Labeling people by term ‘crazy’ or ‘mental’ or ‘Psycho’ who are struggling with mental health but brave enough to get help and talk about it is not the best way to deal with such delicate situation. It is our role as the present and future of this world to create a more humane and kind environment by not just posting support and positivism online but also by practicing it in real life in real situations.
My heart throbs the same way
When I touch you,
It’s been many years
Since I found you,
The ancientness of this love
Doesn’t change a thing,
Because there are no conditions
When it’s matter of you… 
Sunny summer day,
Playing kids outside,
She always wish
To belong to other side.
Today one reason
Tomorrow another one,
It’s not alright to go outside.
Days passed and years went
Now she has even stopped protesting.
It’s a strange place
What is present day where
She is a loner who doesn’t belong anywhere.
She tried her best to fit in for long
But since a while she agree with it,
That maybe she will always be an unfit puzzle piece…
The love of my heart is all yours,
To the distance that keeps us apart,
I give my word without a spite,
I will reach you before the end of time… 
On a rainy day
With a gloomy way
I turn myself to you
As my heart wants me to…
On a rainy night
It’s a melancholy sight
I hold myself tight
As it is easier to hide the plight… 
Soul bonds are hard to erase,
The social norms can’t even break.
Not even the stifling of the bond bearers.
When it’s meant to be
No one can change the course,
No one can go against the force.
It’s a beautiful mystery how souls are connected,
To overcome the resistance of the world, the society, the ego.
To share the love that is not theirs, not mine, not yours but of universe itself… 
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