Fallen Leaf

I had to runaway

What I failed to grasp

Is that

I had to runaway to you.

Help me assimilate

the insecurities of freedom

that I am incapable to fathom

I am not afraid to bruise,

Neither am I a poet to pretend

So let me fall.

Only fragments make me whole,

Its percussion weaving a melody

While relieving the clasp.

Words That Make Bad Poetry

"That which can be destroyed by the truth should be."

This is the most difficult thing I had to realise till now. Maybe I haven't even realised it fully and just trying to imbibe it without having to acknowledge it. I do not want a remedy like the rest of the world. The similar tag makes me more helpless. I am not being able to accept the anticipation. Maybe I am too proud. Or maybe I am capable of only one human emotion! Or even maybe I do not want what the world thinks I want. My world revolves around all the maybes and I opt that maybe which favours the subsistence of my sanity! When something which is very well within our clutches might have been destroyed it becomes all the more difficult to comprehend. However, Truth is the most religious of all!

Hope

An affection so strong

Never ceasing to exist

You try to quash it hard

Yet it grows

Like your heart chose

Only more powerful

You fail to reason against it

And it fails you right there

Making you aware

Of your thoughts every moment

Hope gets crushed a thousand times

You make yourself believe its lost

And again its born exuberance

You want it born once

And curse its presence the next

It makes you vulnerable

You pity hope

And finally it gives you strength

Or does it gain strength over you?

And here I pray for my selfishness

That the song I follow blindly

Leads my way to yet another promise…