We walk upon so many hearts,
we trample so many trusts apart,
seldom so we stop to realize,
that someone under our feet dies.
We rant, we whine, we complain,
about life, about people, about pain,
But do we ever try to honestly feel,
what's it like when scars slowly peel?
We are all stuck in black holes of time,
where just our feelings and pains are prime.
We turn blind to the fiery fires around us,
burning so many, while we're busy clueless.
We fail to understand the battles others fight,
we're too busy proving that we're the only ones right.
We're so busy proving our scars are bigger,
while others die under so much agony and rigor.
We read emails, go through text messages, try to guess
trying to deciper why those people walked out on us.
But do we ever stop to think,they were probably never meant to be?
Maybe they were mere illusions, nothing more than images in the sea?
We pick on our scars, shedding tears of distress,
we do it to ourselves, it's a fatal quality we all possess.
In hopes that our tears will extinguish flame of anguish,
we end up setting our lives on fire, letting life diminish.
We all want to reach out so bad, but our egos hold us back,
we need to cut open those constraints and admit what we lack.
For every person in our lives who leaves us alone,
God makes sure another walks with us all along.
We spend too much of our lives staring at closed doors,
it becomes impossible to find possible cures,
to end this misery which we usually self-opt,
to change and grow and to new conditions adopt.
Good byes are just another chance to grow,
independently, to walk on two legs and take life slow.
Farewells maybe be major causes of heart ache,
but if you look closely, they are ways to partake.
Trust me, it's time to step out of those lacunae,
to spread colors of love, obliterate all the gray,
to live once more and rejoice every crevice of this life,
to fill the morbid silence with melodies of fife.
Don't ever feel that you were wrong to love or to care,
since those who matter will always be there,
to carry you around when you feel you've stalled,
to be your guardian angels or your protective wall.
Just hang on to the golden string of belief,
through episodes of happiness and even grief,
you will resurface one day with so much grace,
that the glow of love with radiate from your face.
SMILE ERAJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJ! :)
*hugs*
seldom so we stop to realize,
that someone under our feet dies.
We rant, we whine, we complain,
about life, about people, about pain,
But do we ever try to honestly feel,
what's it like when scars slowly peel?
We are all stuck in black holes of time,
where just our feelings and pains are prime.
We turn blind to the fiery fires around us,
burning so many, while we're busy clueless.
We fail to understand the battles others fight,
we're too busy proving that we're the only ones right.
We're so busy proving our scars are bigger,
while others die under so much agony and rigor.
We read emails, go through text messages, try to guess
trying to deciper why those people walked out on us.
But do we ever stop to think,they were probably never meant to be?
Maybe they were mere illusions, nothing more than images in the sea?
We pick on our scars, shedding tears of distress,
we do it to ourselves, it's a fatal quality we all possess.
In hopes that our tears will extinguish flame of anguish,
we end up setting our lives on fire, letting life diminish.
We all want to reach out so bad, but our egos hold us back,
we need to cut open those constraints and admit what we lack.
For every person in our lives who leaves us alone,
God makes sure another walks with us all along.
We spend too much of our lives staring at closed doors,
it becomes impossible to find possible cures,
to end this misery which we usually self-opt,
to change and grow and to new conditions adopt.
Good byes are just another chance to grow,
independently, to walk on two legs and take life slow.
Farewells maybe be major causes of heart ache,
but if you look closely, they are ways to partake.
Trust me, it's time to step out of those lacunae,
to spread colors of love, obliterate all the gray,
to live once more and rejoice every crevice of this life,
to fill the morbid silence with melodies of fife.
Don't ever feel that you were wrong to love or to care,
since those who matter will always be there,
to carry you around when you feel you've stalled,
to be your guardian angels or your protective wall.
Just hang on to the golden string of belief,
through episodes of happiness and even grief,
you will resurface one day with so much grace,
that the glow of love with radiate from your face.
SMILE ERAJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJ! :)
*hugs*
2 comments:
thanks dear!!
a real good one...but all this is easier said than done...
forgetting people who mattered once is the toughest task!!!!!
loved the poem though :)
bohat achi hai,
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