Can you, can anyone stop loving a person at any point of time? Like, “I am done, I don’t like this person anymore?”
Whoever it is, a friend, a lover, a teacher, one can never unlove. One can never tell oneself to not feel for someone.
And moving on? We just stop expecting out of people. Stop waiting. Quit all our hopes and accept the way we want someone might just remain a fantasy.
We don’t stop loving. We stop expecting any scenario with the person, anything together.
That’s how we move on!
After the talk; prospects of loss,
death, and grief
Of life without
I sit in a garden
Looking for a four-leaf clover;
calming my storms
You stirred inside
Thoughts manifest into reality
the feeling you give out
comes back to thee
Numb, lost, immature
unable to comprehend
what world, emotions
I sought answers; road to my destination
the burden of questions heaving onto me
attempts to shake off everything
friends with solitude; company!
What would reflect back, I wonder!
Emptiness? Numbness? The answers I seek?
A detailed map to my destiny?
Some moonbeams as company?
The dark veil of moonless nights
Shroud for all the misery
I had someday, against nature
taken that one step; dreaded
I knew all that could go wrong
Nevertheless, I found the courage
for once to risk it all
the reward too lucrative
for once, vulnerability ceased
A surge of courage, strength
a step towards the dreaded journey
Fear, excitement, adrenaline
How does it sound?
Ever witnessed flight of a bird
a broken wing, nearing death?
It breaks into flight, not merely for its sake,
to escape… Alas!
Why didn’t it know its fate?
the flight of a broken wing
How far could courage take
or service of a fake smile?
I repeatedly ask myself
“For how long?”
Many times our dreams, our goals are just one step away from us. We just have to extend our hand and grab it. But more often than not, we are afraid of thatfinal step. That last brick in the wall.
Though we say we desire so and so but we never really yearn for it. Because if we did, we would grab it even if it were miles afar.
It is this last step that discloses whether that dream, that goal is really sought. Whether we really crave for it, yearn it.
All excuses, delays, time, blah blah come forth when we do it half hearted, as a compulsion. Else nothing would or could stop us.
On another level, maybe we are afraid to complete the journey. Once this dream, this goal is achieved, what would life be like. There won’t be this goal to work for. Would life lose its meaning? Would there be nothing else to look forward to? Would it be the end of everything? Would it invoke the feelings of lost?
Joy to eyes
Pleased by the butterflies
The surge of dopamine
They forgot about life’s plan
And signed up for a heartbreak
They roamed hand in hand
Heads lost in reverie
But life had no change of plans
Pain, regret coming through.
They fought hard to be together
To reverse the fate they faced
Broken hearts bled for long
As if a part cut out
Far away they couldn’t sleep
Hearts yearning for each other
Their eyes wept, counting stars
The gloom of a moonless night
Someone trying to make sense
Mentioned they had signed up
Pain and heartbreak inevitable
Once you dare love!
Walking down the road,
in pursuit of that goal
the cherished longing,
the golden dream
Along the way you try too hard
with a sun shining too bright
And then suddenly you feel tired
all energy, zeal sapped.
You wish the destination were nearer
that you reach before too late
with fatigue creeping in
the distance seeming even longer.
And somewhere you suddenly get sight
There! you found it right in front
Running wild, with all your heart
to find a mirage, mocking.
Broken hearts could not be seen
but they ache even more
They pain of losing out on dreams
the tests of time and tiredness.