Adios..

The poison dripping words,
dancing in sadistic glee…
boring thru’ my heart,
tearing it apart..
bleeding me.
It now hurts less..
with each passing day,
but the scar is there to stay.
And  I still pray for your happiness..
But I fear, me again you will hurt….
So until you win back my trust..
Adios, my once-upon-a-time friend…
Let us meet when this pain ends.
 
 

NaPoWriMo ( # 24): You and Me…

I stand here,
Anchored and confused….
Going nowhere…
Above me, stars change their path
But I stand here, transfixed..
Going nowhere…
I clench my fist,
even as sands slip…
taking time away.
And I stand here…
Anchored and confused.
I wish to forget, to move ahead…
but my feet sink,
Pride has me chained…
Rooting me deeper…darker…
Is that it…
The end?
Or will there be a new dawn,
a new beginning,
When we will walk together …you and me
without the chains of doubt and ego,
to bog us down?
Just you and me…
You and Me!
 

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Chronicles of our Love Story: 2. Infatuations..

Destiny played its cards and brought us in the same city, letting the time play its role…

Years rolled by and we entered our teens all the while getting into arguments and teasing each other, with falling in love not on agenda at all… But hormones had become active and without us knowing there were changes taking place!

Besides the occasional get-together meets, the annual ten days long ” Ganesh festival” was the maximum in a year that we regularly came across each other surrounded by all other families.

At teenage smallest attention by the boys causes the fluttering of butterflies in the stomach and other girlfriends start teasing too. I was just thirteen and receiving quite a lot of attention from this fifteen year old good-looking guy. I had started enjoying the attention and even looked forward to it. However the initial phase of infatuation lasted for exactly two years. One of the reason being the hyperactive radar of my mom which worked overtime and so she nipped the infatuation in the budding stage. The other reason was that the cute little boy in two years had grown into a seventeen year old handsome young man and had to leave the town to join the Defense Academy.

Another two years passed with him in the academy and I preparing for admission to an architecture college. We did not meet and had lost all contact….

It was Destiny’s turn again to start taking control of our lives again…