Reflection.

When I was seven I fell into water once. The water pulled all of me in.
Literally and otherwise too.

The swimming coach managed to bring me up and back but not in entirety.
A part of me was left behind in the depth of the dark shadows of the water.

When I was seven, I was split into half.

I am terrified of water even today, especially from a height. I know what it is capable of.

When I was seven, I learnt what incomplete meant. And I did not have to look into the dictionary.
Life teaches you things that the dictionary doesn't have space for.

And then, I grew old. I trembled with fear each step of the way up.
The water seemed farther away but it was still calling unto me. OR, was it the water that was calling?

I haven't made my way down yet, I am scared of the depth. No matter how far I am, when I look down I still see the other half. I try to give it a hand and pull it up  back but I am unable to reach.
I guess I need to go down further.

But, I am very scared of slipping in. It's tricky you see.
Incomplete, is a little better than nothing.

Into Thin Air.

The blemishes are too many
To fade, to forgo
To be forgotten.

She wants to break open
To run free and wild
To write poetry
And have someone read it out to her.

She wants to understand
The song the bird hums each morning
The message the breeze carries within
To capture the dewdrops and store them forever
To save the memories from dying.

She wants to seek comfort, to find solace
In the joy of a baby's laughter
In the tinkling of the wind chimes by her window
In the pitter-patter of the raindrops on a cold winter night.

She wants to wrap the spirit of a shining star
In her scarred and wounded palms
And keep holding on to it
Till the end of eternity.

But the blemishes are too many
To fade, to forgo
To be forgotten.

Yet.

Silence speaks to me

These words

They talk to me of a yesterday

Of the changing times, days good and bad

Of the life passed, past killed

And of the memories

Gone, yet not forgotten.

Silence speaks to me

These words

They talk to me of love

Of the stranger, met, loved and lived with

Of the kisses, blushes and walks

Of the sweet nothings over the phone

Lost, yet not forgotten.

Silence speaks to me

These words

They talk to me of life

Of the life entangled in a permanence of insanity

Of the life filled with divides and fears

And Fairy tales, only dreamt about

Not fulfilled, yet not forgotten.

Silence speaks to me

These words

They talk to me of a tomorrow

Of a yesterday repeating itself

The killed past. the saved memories

The dreams, the hopes and reality. And love

Untouched, yet not forgotten.

Snippets

I hate it when you turn your back on me

It makes me sad and cry

my love for you is more than anything

You fail to understand, I don't know why.

I might say things, you don't want to hear

But once I am done

Make sure you rethink, recall every word

Don't cry if I am gone.

All my promises  i keep, a li'l late though

My love for you is never gunna' die

An argument or fight need not matter to me

No love, it is never a goodbye.

Broken Goodbye-s

Of love. And of sacrifices.

Of the stories untold. Songs incomplete.

Promises unkept. Mysteries unsolved.

Of the thirty-two ways to make me smile.

The pen, the paper and the words worthwhile.

Of the hundred texts unsent.

Of the life lived and not forgotten.

The photographs. The memories.

Of the love that used to be.

Come back. And speak to me. <3

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Inception.

I sat staring at the blank wall
Woven dreams, at my threshold

A pen in hand, hundred thoughts at work

As the life I knew, I give up.

The pen in your hand is what your dreams are.

The thoughts vying to cross that threshold and bloom into life.

The life that you just gave up.

Along the corridors I walk by,

Along the sands of time.

A leap of faith, a baby step,

As the life I knew, I give up.

The corridors hold the key to your memories.

The sands of time with our footsteps.

If you look you may not leap..

Leap into the life unknown.

Bound in the blind prisons of reality

My eyes reach out far seeking freedom

Repressed fantasies compel me to have trust

As the life I knew, I give up.

Take a step, find a key. A key to your reality.

Freedom is close, not that far.

Its an illusion of your  fantasy.

The fantasy of a life you just gave up.

And I drift away to yesterday

To a life I'd never have again.

For tomorrow, my past, I close shut

As the life I knew, I give up.

And the life I  knew, I give up.

Why drift into the past? You've lived it long enough.

Its a life that has lived you well enough.

Bask in the sunshine of today, not in the shadows of what could be.

Coz what will be, will be. Even if the life you knew, you give up.

Even if the life you knew, you give up.