Painful, it must have been
or was she benumbed,
when she fumbled down the stairs made of love,
shattered into a million pieces,
each piece, too tiny to pick,
each piece, too far to find,
There must be a place
for the broken, ruined, destroyed and healed...
but she lives somewhere in the clouds of peace
as specks of dust, unknown and unseen...

There had to be a reason why he is today the way he is. He'd either stand out in a crowd or he'd be like an invisible gush of air that passes by which no one cares to notice. But nevertheless, he'd always be alone, away in his own thoughts.

They say everyone has a story to tell yet there are stories we never get to hear. Stories of pain, of grief, of trauma. And these stories would make you wonder if they are true.

And then these stories would tell you that it matters not if you do not have a good job, a good love life, or social life or a good career. Because when we talk of death, nothing else seems to make sense, nothing else seems to matter.

He'd always talk of things that would seldom make sense, if at all. And what he couldn't say, he would write.

He had to write. There was no other way. For the only one who'd listen to him had left him far behind. And she went not to a place where he could meet her, even if for a day. She went to an abode out of his reach.

"Heaven", he said, "she dwells there now."

I could cry, I could say I am sorry for asking about her or I could say nothing at all.

Silence, I choose not. For sometimes it's as cruel as the harshest of words.

As I search for words what to say to this grief-stricken soul, I wonder hadn't I always thought of stories he must have been hiding. Hadn't I always wondered what might be the reason behind the way of living he chose. And now that I got to know the immense pain he bears each passing day, I secretly wish I had never wondered, I had never asked.

There's nothing more unattractive than a man who blames predestination for his own failures and a woman who blames men for her own vulnerability...

Blame thyself 

It's scary how someone can be so sad within
but smile in front of the entire world...

And then they will weep till they choke, 
and then wiping those tears away, 
they will laugh with you as if nothing happened..

How then will you ever trust that person enough to leave them alone??

Stay. Simply stay.

It's strange how people give up on you within weeks of promising that they will always be there..
and it's just sad that promises are destined to break
and when you had finally believed in that one promise
someday you give up on yourself too...
and it's not about love, it was never..
it is, at times, about barren hopes and a bleak tomorrow...

Of all the things you said I couldn't do

forgetting you has been the easiest...

Ofttimes I find myself in love with his simplicity
and I futilely search for him in this busy city
not his smile, face nor presence
his soul is what I long for with this tenacity 

I will love you like the desert burns along the sun when they are together,
and when you will be gone,
just like every one else,
I will cry for you like the snow that melts at the first hint of summer...
and hoping that you'll be back
I will miss you like the clouds lose themselves when it rains...

Do you have a shoulder to cry on?
Someone who would listen to your deepest woes without judging you?
Or is it just you and the image in the mirror?

Do you know that pain of leaving when you look back expecting to see a face waving goodbye at you but all you see is a dark abandoned corner?

There won't be any reason to return then.

All you can do is look ahead and not to stumble and fall on the pit ahead waiting for you.

One can simply never take back the words he spoke.
And when you know you unintentionally did hurt someone, instead of letting it go or keeping a distance from that person, you can actually do something to mend the broken. That's the least we can do, when circumstances never are on our side; we can stick to our words and promises even if people change and fate ruins..

Apologize!
That's the least you can do to try to make right something you have wronged.

Sleep!

May be you will wake up tomorrow and find that things never changed, the apocalypse never happened, and everything's fine, normal, at home.

Or may be you will wake up tomorrow and find that things have changed, for the better, the apocalypse is over and there's light, hope and a new home.

Sleep, you crazy soul, just sleep. 

Nay, you don't throw away those misplaced beads.. you find them, pick them up and make a new necklace.. probably not as beautiful as you imagined..but wearable nevertheless.. 

I loved you then
I love you still
the heaven knows
I always will ...

It will be foolish not to get your heart broken, even once.
For having a broken heart makes you realize the immense capability it possesses
to mend and heal itself and to love far more intensely,
with every affixed piece of it that was once broken and torn apart..

Someday soon
I will forget you too..
Like in the day we seldom remember the starlit sky no matter how much more amatory it is than the ruthless Sun..
For the Sun promises to shine everyday
while the stars sometimes are hidden by those treacherous clouds..
and they tell me to embrace loneliness,
for it is real, it promises to be with you everyday
while you will be far away forced by the treacherous truth called 'distance'

I think it's incomparably sweet when someone writes something for you.. 
even if it doesn't rhyme or even if it isn't very amorous.. 
even two lines of hatred written for you acknowledges the fact that someone spent a little of his time thinking about you.

It was either the chaos of a crowd of thoughts or the silence of solitude... nothing in between.. 

Loving is effortless.. while Relationships, they require your time and patience... the two things we all lack..