Your Love is quite fremd;it places me at sixes and sevens
It is of such a great rarity;
there is none of its kind.
it can’t be left unappreciated.
one can’t help but be awed.
Your Love is love in it’s truest form.
It is one helluva of an honour
to be under the grace of such.
Don’t ask me to fix you,
I am broken too.
Let’s just love each other
as broken as we are.
That way, we might become whole.
”I love you”;
these are very beautiful words,
yet, they don’t sound as such,
when uttered from your mouth
To still be given breath,
despite having the right
to pronounce me dead.
To be forgiven effortlessly,
irrespective of my humongous wrongs.
To keep your arms ever outstretched,
ready to embrace me as yours,
whenever I come seeking your face.
To be loved this much,
my Dear Lord,
still shakes me to the core!
We all carry wounds caused by certain words or actions of people. But, let them not become scars. Treat these wounds the right way; by forgiving the inflicters. For to forgive, is to heal, to forgive, is to be at peace, to forgive, is to truly live.
I love you,
I love you,
I love you.
Many a time would he utter these words,
in his most soothing, alluring voice.
But, all he sounded like was a silly, broken record;
for he was more ‘say’ than ‘do’.
Never get so used to a lie that it begins to become your truth, in such a way that even when the truth presents itself clearly, you are still quite blinded, or rather, imprisoned by that lie you are unwilling to let go. This could probably be because you can’t imagine how your life would be without that lie in your life- a lie you’ve gotten extremely accustomed to, to forfeit easily.
But really, no lie is worth living. The truth, no matter how unfriendly, no matter how late it decides to surface, is actually what you need in your life, to live as you should. Embrace truth and let it set you free from the lie you’ve been imprisoned.
They say when you look into a person’s eyes, you tend to see through the stories they fail to tell.
But, let me tell you about a woman, she was one helluva actress, whose eyes perfectly followed the script. Her deceits were so impeccable, as her eyes never contrasted her lies.
This life is yours to take
this soul, yours to control,
and my spirit, yours to fill.
Yet, with so much fervour
do I hold on to myself,
as though, any of me is mine.
There was a heart once nesh,
now it’s all marble, no feels,
nestled in a concave of apathy.
In it lies yesterday’s mess,
in such a profusion quite blinding,
and with great pains, quite killing.
Certain sad pasts have caused a pestilence,
afflicting the mind and being with void,
an emptiness that doesn’t want to be filled at all.
Shattered heart of yesterday,
please think about today,
and realise the blessings you keep pushing away.