It Can Never Be The Same Again.

Sometimes life and things get complicated beyond repair, we try and we aim to fix them but mostly we are disappointed.
Mostly, it's the attachments and expectations which ruin us.. Many argue that attachment is a part of a healthy relationship whereas I believe now, that its the attachment which hurts the most.. Be it family, friends or love. The heart ache that attachments give are beyond any remedy and we often end up losing parts of us. Parts that mostly break you and you are never able to gather yourself back again. We fix it, like we fix a torn paper with tape, but it never is and can never be the same.
That's exactly how I feel. I've been torn apart and without a second thought I fixed myself assuming I'll be the same again without realising it is all a delusion without any link to reality.

Life itself, is something to dread!

What this universe conspires is still unknown,

We walk in circles, unaware and untold.

Life unfolds the mysteries within,

Slowly and gradually they are awakened.

We blame our twisted selves for what was lost,

Without realizing it wasn't our fault.

Life traps us in unaccustomed mysteries,

And we are sucked into pain and misery.

Despite of what shook the strength out of us,

We get along with life and begin to trust.

Without realizing what awaits us ahead,

Since Life itself, is something to dread.

Not stronger than a Twig!

It hurts and aches as I cling on to dear life. 

The courage has disappeared and so has the pride.

I'm weak and vulnerable not stronger than a twig, 

I can't find a way out no matter how far I dig.

I'm walking in circles aimless and clueless,

Never in my life have I felt this helpless.

Why has my life become so difficult to steer,

I took each step with precision and care.

I've been scarred and hurt beyond repair,

I've lost so much what else is there to fear?

They say God doesn't test you more than you can bear,

But maybe He lost my record or maybe He doesn't care!

One dilemma after the other.

One dilemma after the other, that's what life holds,

And it eventually will be okay, we are often told.

How true this statement is, no one is aware,
But questioning the destiny? Now who would ever dare?

Despite of every stumble and every painful fall,
We get up, dust our clothes and again stand tall.

Whatever is meant to happen it always does,
But how to cope with it, that's all the fuss.

The light near the tunnel does give hope,
We might finally reach before the doors are closed.

A Triumphant Heart

The bridge she built was burning from both sides,

She stood in the middle ready to give up her life.

She knew all the facts and how it was wrong,

But eternal peace is what she longed for.

She kept looking ahead, not a care in the world,

All the voices around were being left unheard.

A cool soft breeze slowly caressed her cheeks,

Her lips curved into a smile so faint and weak.

She closed her eyes and tried to remember,

Her fond memories of a love, a love so tender.

A love which gave hope and reasons to smile,

Still alive in her heart after so much time.

She knew she had won despite of the loss,

Though broken, but she had a triumphant heart.

Raging Storm..

No I’m not giving up, no I’m not tired of the fight,

I'm still standing strong, pushing with all my might.

No I’m not disappointed, I still have hope, 

but I’m going against, this downhill slope.

I am absorbing even, the slightest ray of light, 

so that I can stay on track & don’t lose my sight.

I smile and laugh, pretend there’s nothing wrong,

But clogged up inside is a raging storm.

I close my eyes & dream of a better tomorrow,

A land of serenity, no sorrow to follow.

But when I open my eyes, darkness is what I see,

Dense clouds of rain, hovering over me.

Despite of the hardships I've been through,

I still believe in His mercy and divine virtue.

I know this is a test and I’m bound to endure,

But I’ll keep pushing ahead, till I find my cure. 

Completely Incomplete!

Still walking down the lane for happiness and glee.

Still searching for my soul, Who is the real me?

My thoughtless mind filled with so much stress.

The torturing pain, all this agony and distress.

I still can’t find my purpose in life.

A lot has been lost, so much to revive.

My vacant empty eyes and a chaos in my mind,

Can’t hold it anymore but I still have to hide.

My vision is getting blurry and my hands are getting weak.

Some guidance from above, some sign is what I need.

I’m tired of all this fight, now I want to retreat.

There is nothing left of me, I’m completely incomplete.