Chrome - Background My Life in My Words.. : July 2015

Friday, July 17, 2015

To let go..




Do you know how it is to let go..
To wake up every morning not looking forward to seeing that face.
To breath  in a different air,
Do you know how it is to let go..
To pretend you are ok even when every bit of your soul cracking up.
To see your dreams shatter in a moment without warning.
Do you know how it is to let go..
To lose the reason for you to smile,
To watch world go around aimlessly.
Do you know how it is to let go..
To tell the million neurons in your brain to change,
To tell your skin that the touch is lost.
Do you know how it is to let go..
To wonder what to do with your life anymore,
To remain just a body with a beating heart.
Do you know how it is to let go..
To stare at phone`s screen knowing it won’t ring,
To walk a path with no body holding your hand.
Do you know how it is to let go..
To fall asleep crying in bed,
To desire to live in a dream forever.
Do you know how it is to let go..
To get ready for nobody and step out.
To forget the little memories we created along.
Do you know how it is to let go..
To fall into endless depths of sadness,
To rise a different person and accept truth.
Do you know how it is to let go..
To admit it’s over and walk ahead.
To gather strength and forget.
Do you know how it is to let go..
I hope you never do,
It’s better to stay ignorant about it than to ever face it.

Monday, July 6, 2015

Strangers who know each other well. - A poem



We were meant to be forever,
Never to be apart.
For world around us to change,
Now we are just two strangers,
Strangers who know each other well.

All the truth is seasons come and go,
So do people around,
In a crowd of unknowns,
In two minds alike and distant we are,
Strangers who know each other well.

You don’t feel the way I do,
Selfishness got better of you.
Clapped with one hand, you held mine then
Songs,memories,musings and your smell,
Now we are Strangers who know each other well.

A beautiful deception, A broken faith,
It made you happy, nothing could ever wait.
One happy, one hurt, all that’s left of us,
Strangers who know each other well.

Got the roses, thorns you left for me,
Same thorns hurt each day, I still cannot believe.
Once perfect we are now apart,
Strangers who know each other well.

I still believe in love, irrespective of what you showed,
Figment of my imagination, you once bellowed.
Have been hurt often, you can’t ever tear me apart.
Its painful reality I accept and move on because now we are,
Strangers who know each other well.