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Unsaid Parting

I think the separation that hurt the most is when people drift apart without knowing the reason? Reticent mind, painful silence, and arduous vagueness, all teasing the worn-out heart, making parting such a devilish experience. Then there exists this pretentious thought, which peeps from the grayness and through the hazy window of a murky mind, giving the delirious heart to raise a tender chance of a fast diminishing hope, ironically making egress a difficult task to fathom.

Emotions blemishing sanity, eyes brandishing gargoyle vision and mind oscillating between sudden sparks of blithe and many bursts of sorrows. Often a lifetime goes by seeking answers and then at the end the mind buries the battered soul in a shell, trying to survive the life, as we call, an ostensible paradise.

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Will He Survive

Drowning under the tall expectations of his parents

He was always afraid
meek and worried,
a loner as they say
desiring to dissolve in oblivion

He had many thoughts inside him
burning him like a flame
yet he couldn’t speak his mind,
for he was afraid

As time passed by
his brain had stopped working
and despite his tender age
he succumbed to depression

Everyone pitied him
but no one saw the atrocities
that was bestowed on him
will he survive?

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Those Regrets

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His Sophistry

He weaved his guile in sugar coated words,
cajoled her with his skillful deceive,
and when she came into his false ensemble,
he deluded her grails with his sophistry,
now she had left him for good,
but the shards of his deceit
was forever engraved on her heart,
a poignant reminder,
that still rattled her for her naive belief

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Old Knife

When you betrayed the first time
you cut like a knife,
there was gore,
heartbreaks and emotional pour

This time when you denounced again,
I was aghast,
baffled and indifferent
but not saddened

For, now your knife is old,
it had lost the shine,
all the sharpness and the grind,
and I am sorry to say
your betrayal doesn’t hurt anymore

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Say Anything…

Traveling on a weekend is what I detest the most. It feels like someone stole your weekend away. I had a 9:00 AM Monday meeting in Chicago and I had no option but to take yesterday evening flight. To cheer my desolate self, I thought of watching a movie.

The name of the move was “Say Anything..” It was a nice, 1980s setup feel-good romantic movie. I thought of writing this blog not to provide a movie review but to express my views on something that caught my attention while watching the film. It is now glued to my brain and I thought why not I share it with you all.

In the movie, the girl protagonist parents were divorced. In one of the scenes, she hesitantly explains to her boyfriend how she was asked to choose between her father and mother in the court. And after a lot of deliberations, she decided to stay with her father. What caught my attention was the reason she cited, “I chose father because I felt I will be safe with him”. As a 13-year-old she had to make one of the toughest decisions in her life, which she was not responsible for. And I couldn’t take it off my head and the scene kept revisiting me.

I know there are no right or wrong answers, but it let me pause and think about a thing called life.

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The Gage

The gage was thrown down,
The eyes met,
laced with vengeance,
And the fight begun.

No one was sure where it was headed,
But their egos played,
In myriad forms,
And devised ploy to make the opponent shudder.
But at the end,

No one won,
All that was left behind,
Was bruised souls,
And disheveled dreams.

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