Chance…

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But the thing is
My love,

We are all petrified.
Its a test and no one wants to walk through the fire.

It dawns on us. Flattens us.
To give someone the key to our heart again.

But it is worth a chance.
Life is itself a chance, my love.

I know how the sky breaks apart and the soar sunken world heads into the sea.
What is worse than a breaking heart when you know it…

Sometimes, all of us are unaware
that we are waiting for the things that are never going to happen
and sometimes we know it right in our bones.
We wait for people who are never coming back.
We still wait don’t we?
The person who has decided to go…
Only sees that door.
Not the person behind.
But we wait.
We still wait.
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Until we don’t.

I understand that you have been there.
I have been there too.
The place where you wish that the death may take us.

You hate now don’t you?
The voice of shutting doors. I do too.

I know that there is nothing that I will say
make you believe that I am the one.

But the best thing that I have learnt from life
is that the most wonderful things happen
When you put your faith in people 🙂
When you lend them a hand they never expected
When you give them a chance they never got.

And most of all, I know you.
You are beautiful.
And you are brave.

This time I hope,
You walk through the fire
just one more time.
This time for me.
I’ll walk with you and
I promise my love,
Every second when you are in there…

My hands will be under your feet.

ALONE…

 

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Imitating the forlorn winds,
I wander in the streets…
Like broken pieces of memory,
Crushed by tyrant feats…

I have never been too loud,
In silences I have grown,
And now I have million reasons
To think I am alone…

Avoided like invisible,
Unheard like ultrasonic!
My senses are mute,
Which inside shriek and panic!

I have never bragged,
Just from eyes I have spoken.
But misunderstandings to my perceptions,
Have made me reach a podium…

Where spotlights fall on me,
And shedding red tears,
I throw aside the mike,
And whisper I am alone…

I have been a poem,
Whose words cosmos enjoy
But I am finding someone,
To read the spaces between my words,
The aching voids…

Until that day,
I am wandering in the blacks…
Where humour doesn’t heal
Where dark matters peel
The layers of my truth,
Layers of my originality…

And weeping but running,
From clinging to the fake tones
I am a song,
Ringing in the ears of a few people…

And this is how i feel contented,
When sometimes,
I wonder I am,
Alone.