Apology

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Sometimes I promise you 
I will not be the same person again.

Sometimes I tell you stories about how much my dad loves my mom
and promise you that we will just be like them. 

Sometimes i reckon’ that shattering voice when I am outside your door
and I promise you that I’ll stay and never be the reason for it.

But I break promises 😦 
and I do hurt you at times

But love,
I want you to know that anger is a part of me.
But it’s not all of me.

I want you to know this today that…
I am discovering what should i keep in me
and what should i let go of me.
You are always like this mirror to me. 
Giving me answers. Point at my scars
and still making me feel beautiful.
and I am very fortunate for that…

Sometimes I say too much and
you react too quickly. 
We lose momentum, and then we gain it
we lose it and we gain it again. 
But we don’t stop.
And hopefully we never will.

You know,
When I read that
Whales helped the swimmers.
When they discovered that
Dogs can be best friends.

I knew that there is not much of a difference
between humans and animals. It is not even the difference of emotions.
It is the way we interpret what we feel and what we do about it.
That is the dwelling of difference.
Guilty makes us human… sometimes more than anything else.

You see…
A person can not aboard from his character
but he who doesn’t try too often is not a man either.

I understand very well that I have hurt you today
and that ‘I am not supposed to talk to you’
But it is a big part of who I am now.
And talking to you makes me realize that
even if my whole world is tearing apart
in front of my eyes…
As long as i have you, I can save it.
And I can build it all over again.

So here I am,
trying one more time to gain the momentum.
To fix the broken and make you smile.

And if you think its worth a chance…

This is an Apology. 

 

 

 

 

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The Mirror

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Lights are out
The diary is lost
But I pick up the canvas
And a few crumbled pages

I hear the pen yearning to write
I see the colors painting the white
I spread my arms,
Smell the rain
Pierce my bones!
Its craving to hold on
to the window pane

I look up to the sky
It drops me the words I desire.
And in this cold

it ignited the fire

Memories are ready
Nostalgia is chasing
Euphoria is rushing
Writer cuddles the metaphors
The painter blushes

And the shackled voice
Frees itself…

in the name of silence
in the sense of poetry
in the form of colors
I paint sensation,

The nail biting news

And all of our lives…
in red and blues
Couplets of promises
knocking my door 

demanding their dues.

All the clamour

Amidst the glamour
Shriek and shimmer
for you my enamour.

Obliterating the darkness 
rises a glimmer
Poetry and shades

Intertwined to make a MIRROR.

Every night
in the splendid moonlight
You read in that mirror
The Universe speaks
of those shades again,
It sings of you
counting the stars…
It listens to your feet
dancing magic in the rain!

The writer, The painter
Deep down you know him.
You open those yellow crumbled pages
You caress the shades
with tender touch…

But when will you understand…
The crumbled page speaks of you!
The shades are all the colors of you.

Do you ever recall us ?
Do you ever realize
All this time
in the mirror

It was You
It has always…
been you…