Sooner or Later, we all realize what keeps us going on. What is the centre of our world.The origin of all emotions,The source of strength and essence of life.

For that, is what is worth fighting for. What we live for, is what we would die for.

We all try and move on in life. Away from the past. Away from what holds us and tries to keep us as captives. Away from all those feelings, memories and moments, which were once the reason behind our smiles.

But what do you do, when it doesnt want to let you go? What can you do when you try and break free but keep returning back to square one?

Do you not feel trapped, when every turn you take, leads you to the back to the same path ?

Do you not feel helpless, when all the things you want to forget, keep coming back to you?

What can one do, when life just stops listening and starts humming its own tune?

Should you just go with the flow or should you go back to the past to see whats keeping you there?

Do you brush it off with a shrug or do you see that there is some part of you left behind?

Does one realize that its not us holding on to the memories, but them holding on to us?

That the reason why we cant let go of something is because we are not supposed to. The reason why we cant make it a piece of history, is because that is the key to our future.

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There is more to life than just eating sleeping and working.. We all are so badly bound to make a living, we forget that we're supposed to make a life. So grounded we've become to the Earth, that our mind has forgotten how to fly. So robotic our routines have become, that we have no time to stop and think for a while, what are we doing? What was the initial purpose? And where are we supposed to go?

Sooner or Later, the heart shall answer. You were supposed to follow to your heart. To follow your passion. Because that exactly is what you were made to do, perfectly crafted, to reach that one place, where your inner voice would lead you. But it often drowns out among the rush of life. And we end up where we were never supposed to. Doing things, we never wanted to. And forgetting once again, that living doesnt mean being alive. Forgetting, that its okay to stop and smell the flowers. Its okay to stare up at the stars. Its okay to enjoy the rains. They all resonate to the same cosmic tune that our hearts dance to.. And so should we.

Under The Stars.

You and I

Together

Enveloped in this darkness

Under the stars

In each other’s arm

As we revel

In Joy.

Silence speaks

The perfect language

And in this moment

Of quiet solitude

We listen

As our hearts

Beat

To the same

Cosmic tune.

Cold, it is.

But warm, we are.

You and I

Together.

Time passes

And we watch

The changing colours

Of Twilight

The dim

But definite glow

At the horizon.

The silver stars

Are now gone

To come again

Another time.

So has the night

In your arms

Under the stars.

Verklempt

Moments

when words

hold no meaning

profound thoughts

so complex

unexplicable

overwhelming emotions

overpower.

Though silence

resounds in my head

yet

the heart

doesnt stop thinking

feeling

though everything else

is at a halt.

I stand

At a place between

sleep and awake

and its a very long way

to the either side.

Weird.

Silent reflections

The inner calling

Of where i want to be

Of the places i want to see

Mournful teardrops

As they slither down my cheeks

A broken heart

Shattered glass.

Remembrance

The joy that once was

The smiles all gone

The pain still resides

Though it hides.

Moments go by

And i stare up at the sky

The sun's long asleep

Stars blink and peep

And i sit through the night

The moon, my accomplice

Like me, he wanders

In search of his sun

Knowing they cant ever be one

How easy life would be, if there were no decisions to make. No options to choose from. Nothing to lose, in order to gain something else.
Life would be a straight journey. No sacrifices, no regrets.
No paranoia, a mind stressed over the wrong path chosen.
Never needing to think, how different life could be. Life would not be different if we didnt have options. If would be well decided and planned in advance, with us, just puppets in the hands of time. Dust of space.
And then, we would not have a rational mind. No need to think logically. Right or Wrong.
There would be no wrongs. There would exist only the right way.
And we would live away at out whims and desires.
No parallel universes, No parallel lives.
Just one fixed, monotonous ride to the grave.

Nostalgia

Today
This cold breath
Carries raw emotion
That, which was
Never expressed.
Nameless
Formless.
And yet,
It succeeds
In stirring
The pain
Which i had
Locked inside
An unknown place.
Time may heal wounds.
It may calm the raging fire.
But the memory never fades away.

When the walls around you break, and you take a view of reality, the so-called perfection practically fades away and you are left with a wounded heart. The missing pieces and empty places fill you with a pain so intense it gets difficult to breath.Living comes way later.
When you take a view of this reality, the disillusionment can hurt.

*You*

No,its not just a tear
Look at how it glistens
As it slides down
My cheek
Tracing the very same path
Which your fingers used to..
And it pauses at my lips,
You did too...

No, its not just a tear.
Look at it closely
Its a treasure trove
Of memories
Of the feelings and emotions
Stirred when you are near
And the piercing pain
When you're not here.

Its not just a tear
Its a piece of my heart
A bit of 'us'
When we're apart ..

Dont fear the tears
Ill make it through
They're very close to me...
They're a reflection of you.