Unloving Someone

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!

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Of Grief

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

In Another World

Lying cold, by a bare shoulder
The sight so vivid
And yet trans-like
Was it real? Reverie?
Truth or fantasy?
A dream too life-like?
I kept wondering
The words, fallacy
Entrance to another world
Existence of our being
And verses, binding us together
I kept wondering
What shall I do?
How do I keep this from ending
I kept wondering

What Are You?

They say you see what you desire
Were you my yearning
Answer to my prayer?
They say you attract what you want
You- to quench my thirst
Salve my soul ?
They say there’s a purpose for everything
I wonder why are you here
To teach me what?
They say there’s nothing real, all mind
Were you my imagination
To answer my own question?
Sometimes I wonder,
Are you real, or
A figment broken off some fantasy
Are you who I see you ,
Or just a mirror!

Governed by Fear?

All of us talk of winning. Of how we want to achieve things. Dreams. We build castles. Fantasies at work. A beautiful imagination.

But when we look in our eyes, why do we find them empty? Why don’t our smiles reach our eyes? Why do our hearts feel empty?

We all dream. But we fail to realize them. We fail to work so  as to make them true. We listen to society, to people and think this won’t work. That building castles in air is a waste. Why don’t we listen to us?

We cherish our comfort zones, our images. Of how we live and what people think about us that we forget we had dreams. We think about what people would gossip about. not what our dreams on completion would look like. We focus on our position in society. Not the work that can realize our dreams.

Why is it easy to dream of a pent house. Why isn’t working for it that easy? Because our actions, our thoughts are governed by fear. What if? Maybe I lose what I have working for what I want! What if, this dream of being AVP instead of an employee costs me my health? My job? My everything?

Why do we repeat the things we have always done? They didn’t get us to our dreams. Why would they now?

Maybe we just need to take a U-turn. Drive to that crazy path we once shun because of our fears. Because we thought it was crazy. Because we cared about what the world would think. Fear. Maybe destination is not that far.

Maybe everything is waiting and we are not able to achieve it because we are fearful of extending our hand.

Is burning one’s hand not worth if that gets one to his dream?

Sadism

I sit on the window sill
Watchful
Observing his features-
Him!

He lies down
Tired of the world
Closed eyes
“O! To be free”

He speaks pain;
Of glass walls
Dreams right in sight
O! Unattainable

He seeks redemption
A way beyond chains
A bird in cage
Seeking sky

Thinking penance,
He jumps in fire
Engulfing

Now, he lay writhing
Crying in pain
“Let me out,
This torment

It drives me crazy
Ah! Lashes
How do I escape”

I watch him over and over
Trauma, tears
Changing expressions
Screeching

I indulge in his pain

Of Freedom

They say, “You are free
The chains metamorphic
You don’t need to break free
You already are”

I thought how I had two worlds
One real, other fascination
How one felt like a cage
And other set me free

Yes, I could fly
Soar to the zenith I seek
I could be whatever
Behind the daydreaming eyes

Amongst consciousness and insanity
Lay a desire – suppressed
Why follow routine
Why be free in dreams only!