Suffering

I learnt about your likes
presumed ,calculated and figured your dislikes
I quietly gathered all the things in me
that weren’t of your taste
And concealed them in a catacomb
built in the darkest corner
of my heart
Slowly as things started flowing
I started drowning in
the uncomfortableness of my skin
insecurities of my mind
and restlessness of my soul
Unbeknownst, I had buried the very essence of being me
I still shudder, shiver and tremble on
How not you but I was accountable
for my sufferings.

 

Broken Open

At the vista of the future,

it doesn’t matter

if you brought opulent sunshine

or  threw me in penury

if you shared your flowers

or gifted me your thorns

if you sent me missive of stars

or silence of darkness

if you venerated

or affronted me

if you had an edge

or I took the lead

The significance of our kinship is

it broke me open

unravelled me

and brought me closer

to what I had to become.

Losing Myself

 

No relation is worth losing yourself.