Reflection

I’m a reflection—
of the good things
and the bad.
The stench smells foul,
the fragrance mimics it.
You made me, you destroyed me;
you’re the source,
the creator.
I am only a reflection.

The whispered promise

The respite,
Creeps in… whispering in the silence,
Deafening in its existence,
Yet quiet,
Beckoning in a sense of serenity

It’s just a couple of days,
When they could tip toe in
Through the cracks…
Leasing a new aura of hope
Of peace, of silence in chaos.

As I bid adieu,
The soft senses lingers…
Like a fragrance, whispering…

You've got it, 

Until next time!

Finding me

 I want to get lost in the mist —

That swirling mystique that engulfs, embraces,
pulls me close and holds me safe,


The world outside—chaos
Even love — especially love —or lack thereof
makes no sense...

They say the ones who know you best
can break you cleanest.
My reflection —a stranger stares back,

Vanishing—
not in despair,
Not to escape,
but to connect…

to the quiet

The mist asks nothing.
It wraps around me like an old lullaby, 

no questions asked...
unfinished, but comforting.

In this haze,
I don't exist, I am free.

I don't miss you anymore

 I don't miss you anymore,

Except for days when my bones are crying out; 

Am exhausted and I crave for your arms around me

The whispered breath on my neck; that's like a caress

The sound of your voice that manages to make me feel something, I had long since buried and forgotten.

 

My darling, I don't miss you anymore

 

Except for when I wake up, when I breathe in;

In the dead of the night,

When I awake before dawn breaks;

When I hear something good, I earn to share with you;

 

I don't miss you anymore;

 

Except for when am walking down the streets -

Lanes, smells, sights that I always wanted to share with you;

When am away for a vacation; and I wanna hold your hand as I soak it all in-wake up next to you

 

I don't miss you anymore;

Except for when I remember the tender moments;

The moments we shared;

The laughs, the trivial teasings... and so many carefree days - when we were unaware that this is but limited

When I just want to talk to you, about nothing and everything; 

Hear your voice - listen to the silly things you say, which you don't mean

 

No my darling I don't miss you -

 

I miss me - the me that was lost with you.

I believed you

I believed you when you said you loved me
(even though I knew it wasn’t true)

I believed you when I heard that tinge of hurt - when I was trying to convince you that it’s nothing but lust.
(Even though I knew it to be true)

I believed you, when you suddenly pulled me in an embrace - as if you’re afraid to lose me
(even though I knew you were the one who was keeping it optional)

I believed, when you said you will call me everyday, you miss me so much, your heart is heavy, and am your outlet - I believed you.

I believed, what wasn't true -

I was the thing tucked away in the cupboard - to be taken out as a reassurance when you felt bad. Something you owned as a back up when you needed it the most.
Forgotten otherwise.

Yet, I believed you.

Unsaid, Yet Understood

 So many conversations left unsaid, 

So many words remain unspoken.

An invisible thread binds us still-

Silent, yet unbearably woven. 

Darling, I don't miss you-

The words we never speak, 

Is but bound by our silence, 

In between these lines, 

The silence between us...echoes

The strength of silence, binds the unspoken threads

Comfort...peace...home

 The soft warm blanket and warm beverage as the world rages outside, 

Comfort

The slightly ragged, old not so fluffy pillow that offers the best hug on a bad day

Peace

Thing that brings a smile and envelops a sense of being safe

You - home