Before You

Asymptotic

A song that remained unfinished

Some words that remained unsaid

Some confessions that never made it to lips

Some emotions were left unnamed

Some secrets yours and mine

Neither shared nor hidden

We walked together, side by side

Hands entwined

Not caring about finish line

We tried to enjoy the journey

But there's something that we forgot

That we didn't have forever

That we're stringed to our fates

That pulled us opposite ways

And our love wasn't tangible enough

To bind us together in a new fate

Because our love was an asymptote

It came close enough to feel

But not enough to connect

It came close enough to touch

But not enough to osculate

A ray of hope

A little ray of hope

lighting up your heart.

A little ray of hope

brightening your spirits.

A little ray of hope

flikering in the shadows,

showing you the way to light,

when you're drowning in sorrows.

A hope that shows you,

you can fly so high.

A hope that tells you,

you can touch the starry sky.

A hope that brings

the twinkle in your eyes.

A hope that augments

the love in your heart.

That little ray of hope,

that you guard with your life,

makes all the difference,

between being dead and being alive.

Misshapen

Sometimes I feel a weird kinship

with those misshapen clay pots,

That lay discarded and forgotten.

At first like a new born baby,

It too sits on the centre of potter's wheel,

Soaking up all the attention it needs.

But as the life goes on,

And the wheel of time is spun,

Just like the clay in the hands of potter,

We are strained by the hands of humanity,

Bending to the world's whim,

Smoothing out our deformity,

To be accepted by the society.

But when after all those pottery,

We still turn out misshapen,

Just like those deformed clay pots,

We're easily discarded and forgotten.

Dear Bestfriend,

It’s not true..

That I don’t miss you anymore

I know I don’t call that often

And we don’t share the same town anymore

I know it’s been years since you moved

And we don’t see each other anymore

But it’s still not true

That I don’t miss you anymore

You’re the first person whom I called a friend

And not because it was convenient

We are as different as we can be

But somehow we make it work

We have little interest in common

But we still talk for hours

You don’t relate to my struggles and pain

But you’re still with me at every bend

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Dear Bestfriend,

I know you miss me too but you won't say it out loud. But I'm not a coward like you. So there it is.

Insignificant, like a dust, that's what I am.

You should have told me

Before me you made me smile

Before you showed me the stars

Before you lit that candle in my heart

Before you made me want you

You should have told me

That love comes with a price tag!

Evanescence

Why does it matter that

I leave my footprints in the sand

If it can't even survive a wave of sea water...

Why does it matter that,

I leave the traces of my being

If one day,

It's going to be blown by the wind...

Why does it matter that

I inscribe my name

On a rock at the peak of that mountain

If one day,

it's going to fade with the inexorable rain...

Why does it matter that

I mark my space in the minds of others

When the memories you hold

Are not even loyal to you...

Why does it matter

That I make myself

A little more significant than others

If everything in this world

Evanesces with time anyway...

If love is supposed to heal, how come yours made me numb?

It doesn't matter how hard you try.

You glue them together or tie them in a knot or hold onto them for dear life;

There'll be always something that's left behind; that becomes the ghost of the past.

I feel like that ghost sometimes, desperately gasping for that one breath of life.