So you couldn’t handle her because she was too intense?
Well, what does it say about you?
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Out-of-town.
I’ve woken up from my peaceful sleep with a throat too dry and eyes too red.
My hair is in a mess, mirroring my thoughts, I guess.
I bump into a chair as my eyes continue to get used to the darkness.
You’re out-of-town and so is my heart.
As you packed your bags today, shirt after shirt followed by your trousers… right at the second when you looked away, my little traitor heart silently slipped inside your bag…
Under the navy blue shirt, right next to your grey trousers.
And now I’m sitting here, in the middle of the night, half awake-half asleep,
Wondering what you’re doing with a bag full of clothes and a sneaky little heart.
As the rut rut of the merciless fan slowly lulls me to sleep,
I think of you again.
You have my heart, keep it safe.
Winter in summer.
Summer began to walk through the land,
But there was a winter that refused to die inside her.
Her feelings got cold first,
Then slowly, the heart began to crystallise.
Doorstep.
I’m standing at the doorstep and there is a world of magic waiting for me.
Do I step out? Do I stay in?
What will I lose? What will I win?
Perhaps I will wander into the unknown after all.
And if I’m lost, I’ll at least have the comfort of my warm home to return to.
Baggage.
There is a window and sunlight filters in like fairy dust… slowly touching everything in the room.
Sometimes, I sit near the window and watch the world go by.
The dog chases the squirrel, the cat just lazes around and the butterflies makes a stop at every flower.
I see a kid run along with his sister. She can’t seem to keep up with his long legs, as he takes giant strides across the green grass.
My mind slowly wanders to the worries I’ve left behind at home.
The baggage from the past is still not cleared.
It sits in one corner of the room and I glance at it.
The sun has shifted its angle and the light filters in once again, this time touching the baggage.
I take one last look at it,
Today, the world can wait.
But the baggage, needs to be put away for good.
The Detour
It always catches you by surprise.
One day, you’re driving down the road and before you know there is an obstacle.
You can be as irritated as you want, but eventually, you will have to choose that terrible detour to reach your destination.
It’s funny how my life has had so many detours too.
Sometimes those paths were scary, sometimes pleasant.
But, somewhere down the line all the alternate routes that I took, eventually led me to you.
A few paths have remained etched in my mind, a few I’ve left behind.
But I’ll tell you this and it remains true, Out of the hundred alternate routes I’ve had to take,
You are my favourite detour.
Move.
Move away from home.
Step out of the comfort of all things familiar and move to an unknown place.
A place where every step will show you new things, teach you new lessons and new episodes.
A place where the setting sun will remind you of the time your brother pushed you off your cycle,
A place where the mention of family will move you to tears.
Move to a place where every part of your body longs to go back home.
Move because you have to, move because you can,
But more importantly move because you need to know what it means to leave behind a part of your heart.
So move.
Break free.
Let your heart break,
Let it crumble into a million pieces and scatter across an empty barren land.
Let the fragments be the only things that you see, until your vision gets completely blurred.
Let there be pain like you’ve never known.
For only when the dust settles, will you be able to see clearly.
So let pain take over and let it destroy you…
Once the fire dies down, you will rise from the ashes.
Not the one.
She won’t be the one who got away.
She will be the girl you meet, after the ‘one’ gets away.
She won’t keep you waiting, but she won’t wait too long either.
There will be lots of doubt, but there won’t be worry.
You will fight her and try to resist her , but you will give in.
What was once a film negative will slowly turn into a photo,
And you’ll finally start noticing colour across the plain canvas.
She won’t be that cold and heartbreaking winter,
Because she will be your bright summer.
Running.
You’re always running behind things you don’t have.
So, the one thing you do have is walking away from you.
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