Broken Wells

I know a thing or two

About broken wells

Consequence

Of a broken heart

Quenching their thirst


I know a thing or two

About the broken-hearted

Drawing and drawing,

The well, almost bare.

And when broken, none seems to care


I know a thing or two

About these two, broken well, broken heart

But I wish I had earlier known

That one would leave

Right after the mend and quench

I Should Go

My eyes must unsee
False hope and regret.
Before we lose our sanity
I should go…

My hands must unlock your grip
Know a freedom of their own.
Before we pull back into embrace
I should go…

My body must unlearn
A home it once knew.
Before we cross the line
I should go…

Have I Settled

He’s in the shower
I sit at the nightstand
Wiping off lip rouge
Taking off my dainty pearls

The moon appears
And I can hear the wind whistling
For a moment I’m fixated in a distant past
Remembering vividly, the tryst, that tryst

A common visitor, this curiosity
Mere seconds only,
I cannot help but ask…
‘Have I settled?’

At the table

The guests do the recap
Table talk about you
And I see myself in transition
From a high to low
A low I knew before you
And they are witnesses
At the table

I once thought never
I envisioned forever
But today is the curtain call
Today is the last pour down
If it takes some time
I know we’ll see the sun again
I know you’ll be fine

At the table
The hallucinations, the flashbacks
The chattering from the guests
All too familiar
Much overwhelming
This is all in my mind
Their murmurs are the voices in my head

I won’t, I can’t.
For the last time
I greet each memory
With the fondness of an amicable farewell
Because they have to go grey
Maybe one day, when I close my eyes
You will not appear so vividly as you do now

 

Once Upon A Time

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Once upon a time…

 

There was an understanding,

He and I,

We just bonded.

 

There was a connection,

He and I,

We were soulmates.

 

There was a spark,

He and I,

We were fire ablaze.

 

There was a misunderstanding,

He and I,

Thunder versus lightning.

 

There was a disconnect,

He and I,

Strangers to be.

 

There was a quench,

He and I,

A flame put out.

 

There was a memory,

He and I,

But now we are history.

EVENTUALLY

eventually

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Soon as these wounds heal

I will be all I can be.

Scars will remind

But they will not define.

Give it time, I ask

Eventually.

 

Soon as the tears are no more

I will live for all I have.

Ups and downs

But hope I have found.

Bear with me, though iffy

Eventually.

 

Soon as closure is mine,

I will close these doors

Shut for good, to be  nonexistent ,

But precluded by trying moments

Stay with me, it’s hard

But eventually.

 

I AM FOUND

let

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Today it happened.

Emptiness,

Pain,

Sombreness,

They disappeared.

 

Today, it felt much easier,

To forget,

To focus,

To let go,

It was liberating.

 

Today I found a place

To shelter happiness

To beam endlessly,

To breed peace,

A place so freeing.

 

Today I joined the extroverts

I laughed,

I made faces,

I was the life of the party,

Plain déjà vu.

 

Today, I figured out moving on

I learnt how to let go,

I mastered the art of happy living,

I didn’t miss you as much as before,

Today it happened, I am found.

Letting Go

BD9

 

 

 

 

 

The moon saw my eyes and dimmed a little,
When I told them you said you would go and never come back.
Fireflies gathered round and made me feel warm.
I spoke to the wind, asking if I would be okay?
And it simply made me swirl around merrily.
The lake formed an image of a happy girl, her heart smiling out and looking towards a bright future.
So letting go is what I do. Every mistake is a lesson for the future.
The following morning was reminiscent of how I searched for your star last night.
The one that lit up the whole sky and made my previous nights beautiful.
I gave it back; someday it would make another soul’s night beautiful like it did for mine.I told the flowers which were all up in my face as if to offer themselves as hankies that my tears were saved for joyous occasions henceforth,

Those days I couldn’t breathe, today the thorns decided that every other day from now on would be a field day.

The stones, they said to me they would stay out of my way so I wouldn’t stumble or fall.
The doors of happiness said they wouldn’t shut me out like you did
And the usually rapid rivers said for my sake they would carry me gently to the ‘forgetting you island’.