I was tired and lonely,
wanting to quit.
But no one could see
the pain in me.

Then you came along, 
promising me love.
I gave in too quick
for my weary soul.

I fell so badly,
seeing nothing.
You were my oyster,
my world, my joy.

I made so many plans.
But didn't know
how things worked.
For too long I have waited alone.

My happiness was short-lived.
A flood came in
and with it took away
all your lies.

Days go by
when I question everything,
it hurts to breathe
and yet I soldier on.

Soon the pain will subside
and my scars will heal.
I don't know how long I will lead.
But I will.


You think just because we don't talk,
I won't remember you.
But nothing is further from the truth.
You still haunt me in my thoughts.

There are days when I think I should move on,
but then I see the folder 
with all your images in it
and tears begin to roll.

I can delete or hide them,
but what do I do of all the memories.
The ones that remind me of Us.
Of all the sad and the happy times.

I ask life for a second chance with you,
Cause you are still alive in my heart.


What kind of lives do we live,
when I hate the work I do?
And yet, day and night,
devote my time to it.

My wife's beside me.
Don't remember the time
we last romanced each other.
Our love has empty meanings.

My child's around somewhere.
He made a plea
for us to play.
I have to pick between him and work.

My parents stay afar.
I wish I could visit often.
They are old and frail,
they need me besides them.

My city doesn't sleep,
always on the run.
Tempers loud, sympathy unspoken for.
You can be lost and found here.

Relatives, friends,
I see them occasionally.
A respite to my nostalgic heart.
I wonder where the good times have gone.

What kind of lives do we live,
I keep asking my soul this?
The one that's dying a slow death
and I keep fighting to revive it.


Easy to put the blame
and run.
But relations require
constant efforts.

I have the habit of
And generally, he sees,
the worst in me.

My anxiety gets worse,
I drive him crazy.
We end up in a fight,
my condition gets

But in all the noise,
I never tell him,
how much
he means to me.

Or what I feel for him.
Don't know how to tell.
Or how I am secure when I am with him
Or that he is the light in my life.

I get caught up in fear
and it refuses to let me go.
I just wish, he doesn't
give up on me too soon.


I was on my way
to the post office
with a packet full of
love letters.

I don't know how or
but I lost them
on my way.

I had written them over
a few years
to a guy
I loved secretly.

On this particular day,
I had gathered my courage
and finally decided
to confess my love.

But alas,
it was not to be.


I fell in the water
and knew not how to swim or drown.
And society had taught that a Princess
had to be rescued to meet her Prince.
So I waited patiently for him.

Tired of waiting, I thought of seeking help.
First came a bird.
He promised to fly me away.
But as he gave a leg to save me
we realised he was not so strong.

So he said he will go, eat and
when his strength had regained,
he would come and save me.
He didn't come.
But I saw him fly with another of his type.

Next came a crocodile, but he appeared to be nice.
So I thought why not.
Oh! But was he wicked, he just tried to bite.
At first I thought it happened accidentally,
but then he continued and I had to escape.

But the scars are my lessons learnt.
Experienced and wise, next I stopped a fish.
Asked him if he would teach me how to swim.
Then came a tortoise, followed by a frog.
They each taught me something.

I could easily just leap out of the water.
I thanked my new friends and bid them goodbye.
But society wasn't happy.
You are a Princess, they tried to remind me,
I had to act a certain way.

I asked them where they were
when I was drowning.
They said, it was a lesson I had to learn.
I called them two faced bastards.
And they seemed shocked.

However, it had dawned on me,
That I really didn't care.
My life is my life.
My choices define me.

Why then must I behave
the way someone else wants me to be?
I am just a girl, trying to be a lady
in whichever capacity I want to mould myself to be.


He said jump,
I said no.
He said jump,
I jumped.
He didn't. Just stayed back.
I was hanging upside down,
all alone.

Can't call it euphoric.
Panic started to grip
as I now could see the world
Wasn't this the moment
I should have been ecstatic?
I cried instead.

Realisation slowly dawned
Someone was pulling me up.
I hoped it was him,
I looked around.
This wasn't so bad.
I started to sing.
Finally, everything would be OK.

I reached on top.
There was no one there.
As I sat there confused,
I felt a severe pain in me.
My heart was being ripped out.
I had to save myself.
I jumped again.


We were never friends.
Just met one day
and started dating

He knows the effect
he has on me.
But I haven't admitted
how he drives me crazy.

I adore how he has an opinion
about everything around.
He doesn't mince his words
and never does he retract.

I like how he supports my feminism.
He pushes me to be independent
and helps with things
that help me evolve.

He has his moments of being
unapologetically kidish and then
the very next moment he could
reak of maturity and experience.

When I am with him,
I feel protected and loved.
Especially when
I look into his eyes.

Loud voice, strong shoulders,
His innocence lies hidden in his deep eyes.
He is no angel.
However, he cannot be called a demon either.

I haven't told him yet
and I don't really know when or how
I feel in love with
the grumpy odd saviour.


I have been having
sleepless nights,
often wondering
about us.

My greatest concern
right now is
how long
will he stay.

Anxiety ridden,
too confused,
I often drive him
to the end of the cliff.

Our fights seem endless.
Love in moments, few.
I question the time
I said yes to him.

In the silences in between,
I cry.
Hoping that he stays
for me.

I don't have the strength
to get over this heartbreak.
He is the one for me,
he is just too precious.


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