Unburden

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.

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A Wolf in a Sheep’s Clothing

I had a hunch when you walked in,

that you had an ulterior motive from the beginning.

I was an open book and you I trusted,

but you were taking notes and were lusted.

I gave it a chance more than thrice,

but you know what they say

that you should learn after so many times.

I had my fair share with the narcissists ,

but it was easy to realize as they didn’t resist.

No third person would ever get the hint,

but I knew that something was wrong behind the mist.

I didn’t shy away to confront,

but you always denied the facts as if I was nuts.

You claimed it was the friendship that you want ,

but your manipulation tainted the relation from the start.

You convinced me that you are there for me as a rock,

but whenever I hit rock-bottom,

Your walk did not follow your talk.

I am grateful that I listened to my intuition,

Which now feels like dodging a bullet by that decision.

Few days before we talked, while you were boasting,

but all I could thinkĀ  was

that you were a wolf in a sheep’s clothing.

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Moving Out

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.

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The Lead

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.

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We make Love a Dilemma

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.

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Follow thy Heart

I swear I can feel that there an ominous vibe to this moment ,

I am falling from up above, it feels like an atonement;

Its hard to tell where I will end up,

I fear the fall is towards the rock bottom beneath.

At first it feels like a permanent depart,

But I have been told that the dark ends are often the starts.

Sure, my mind gets tricked

and is fixated on the uncomfortable part,

But my heart knows better and promises me,

“it will be alright my sweetheart”.

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Ancient

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…