She does not see herself as the matriarch, but age and wisdom dictate that no-one is more deserving. Since his demise she has stood alone at the head, guiding with sage counsel and devotion. Loved and revered by those who have followed. The herd is spread, by distance alone. Closeness is a family trait. An
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I I don’t even know what to call The feeling in my torso, So tart and curdle. Meager me! As I keep on recalling your words “It was a mistake,” you said. But the brutal fact is, I grasped it too late. The mistake was mine, For trusting you. Betrayal … Is it too simple
As the sun peeps out over the misty hills And the dawn chorus calls with a piercing shrill The demons of the night skulk slowly away A sidelong glance at the few that got away He rises and stretches with sleepy eyes A sigh of relief and a laughing surprise The nightmare still lingers at
You will not be the same after him. Neither am I. Of course, you suit him better. You can make him dosa and sambhar as opposed to the roti and dal that I would have managed. You can do long walks, late night dates, stay overs… The whole nine yards. I did none of those.
When he comes, he visits her at night. Entering her personal space, uninvited but nonetheless welcome. She does not know his schedule; dreadful expectation. Absences unexplained. Too wary to search for answers, prepared to forgive for shared moments. His silent approach almost catching her unawares. He returns, seeking her out from the rest. Through swirling
I saw her walking down the long winding road I felt her rustling among the leaves She merrily sprinted on the green-brown branches She felt the moist clouds on her finger tips I felt her running through my veins I felt her make my world go around She made my dreams beautiful She made me
I once was you I walked with your view. I endured your trial. I paced your mile. So please do not close your mind, Or wisdom will be left behind. Your path will be hard, But be on guard, For the devil hath a plan for you. He has reactions he wants you to do.
To love Or to be loved That’s the question. Not that it was always like this before. It used to be much easier To love and to be loved with the beat When we used to believe in us. Yet time made us hard as nails And we became so cynical on emotions That now
‘Cede yourself to me, And you will never be alone again. You’ll be revered. Adored. Treasured. But you must give yourself to me- A willing concedes’, Fiend allures. My conscious says acutely ‘Don’t listen’ And for an instant I don’t see myself I see only the Fiend. I sink as I gasp. Yet my conscious
I am not here to change the world. Yet I want to change you. And make you fly high. My smiles are on discount And it’s free for you. You better smile back at me Trust me it won’t cost you a penny But it will set you free from your agony. Let’s be serene
Push the world a little harder And bring it closer to the sun. Celebrate each dazzling day Triumph all gorgeous clouds Paint a rainbow on your sky! Who cares about the clouds? When you have got a smile That brings down the sun! Who cares about the mess? When you have got groovy songs That
You thought, I came back As I didn’t have other doors open for me You must have been day dreaming I came back to see if my absence Made you poised or spoiled! Looking back where we left things incomplete I always had a regret of not giving you an equal opening Even though deep