Should i break the mirror
Or turn off the lights,
Should i draw the curtains
Or turn on the lights,
Should i scream it out,
Or mumble the tension,
Should i listen a bit,
Or let the eyes fake attention,
Should i erase it hard
Or tear the page,
Should i fiddle the thumb
Or bite the nail in rage
Maybe i should just be….
Just when emotions thawed
a butter knife was pierced.
They cut me slowly
softly ripping through all the years
in a matter of seconds.
By the time the (knife’s) point reached
bottom of the heart
all attachments melted away.
They kept searching for the pieces,
while i was all over the place
unwilling to gather myself again.
Raasta kisi ek manzil par khatm nahi hota,
par kai manzilein raaste mein padti hai
Kuch bin maange, kuch bewaqt mile,
jinse bach nikalna chaha,
wahi raaste mein pade mile.
Teekhe labzo ko odhkar,
hamesha mere sawalon ko bepata chhodkar woh aye,
par unki sachhai meri umeed ko itna raund gayi,
ki mann jhoothi tasalli chahne laga.
Khamoshi mein milkar ek goonj de gaye,
jisse aaj bhi meri khamoshiyaan pareshaan hoti hai,
zindagi shayad dhero unsuljhe sawaalo se kuch unchaahe jawaab peeroti hai
When a thing is slipping from your fingers while you await the arrival of another,
when roads lead to destination, but you don’t feel like travelling any further,
when the dilemma of rushing or letting it go begins to churn your peace,
when your maturity is making your silence pay higher fees,
when you have run out of options and don’t have a plan in place,
when you have run out of gasoline and you want to set everything ablaze.
Just be your own,
don’t lose yourself,
you are “YOU” ,
and not a trophy in their shelf.
Did thorns prick
to let the petals nerve,
all the red from my beats,
so i could trade emotions,
without bargaining my heart
You taught me pain,
and i booed it.
You gave me a scar,
and i tattooed it.
Expressions turned a blank page day by day..
and journal was spilling with words
emotions haven’t died
they just chose a different door to leave