When I sit to scribble the lyrics of
pain and heartbreak,
I find my words dancing in the flames to the
tune of your betrayal..
And before I can even start to put
my pen to paper, my conversations with your ghost get so real that I forget the
purpose of my life,
Let alone the idea of writing the
bitterness of a heartbreak!!
The truth is that even the unreal
conversations hurt,
You spill thorns even in my imagination,
And the maze of mutual resentment and
accusations burn my heart,
The uncertain ebb and flow of a deep
longing and the adversity smacks the sanity,
N in a split second my heart wants
to end the unrealistic conversations and reluctantly return to senses..
In a flash, a small, simple but
significant thought crosses my mind out of the blue,
That if I had another heart, would I
let you break that too without any tussle??
Would I choose you over and over
again, after every fight and disappointment??
Do I still wait with empty hands and
open arms? What breaks my heart more? Is it the distance between us, your
absence or the closure with a thought that we closed the book before the story
truly finished!
Looking back at the paper I figured
out that some things are better left unsaid..
Asked my heart to prolong the pretension and bring
together the broken pieces,
Cry and scream but learn not to make
people your destiny who were born just to be your history.
Leave the paper blank and feel your
heartbreak!
Take a good long look in the mirror
and
Let go…
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