"....have patience with everything unresolved in your heart and to try to love the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms or books written in a very foreign language. Don’t search for the answers, which could not be given to you now, because you would not be able to live them. And the point is to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps then, someday far in the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

Saturday, February 25, 2012


Why does it hurt so much when the words come from you?
Why does it matter so much?
When words spoken were far but few
For simply for you it never mattered as such

Almost two years and still counting
Only I know what I’ve given up
Been long gone now but my heart continues thumping
After every sore tear filled hiccup

What does it matter to you?
How much I care or may even dare?
You’ve never known the truth and never will know …
Of what I’ve been stripped off bare…
Guess I’m never going  to share

I tried hard…really hard…
To convince myself that ‘I’ve moved on’
But I failed every single time…
At every single attempt…
Fell hard on every stone I stumbled upon

Death seems an easy way out
To dissolve the pain forever
But that’s not what I am about
To have fought in vain and won never

You know that feeling when you’ve been hard hit
Feeling helpless and like a complete jerk
A piece of puzzle  with nowhere to fit
Lonely and lost..can’t even lurk…

For only I know…It’s the biggest price I’ve paid
For the sake of ‘friendship’
A façade upon myself I laid
That I’ve held onto every time I did trip

Guess you’ll never guess
The truth behind  every scene
Maybe it’s better this way…more written and said less…
I’d rather dissolve in your arms unseen


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