After all these years

Clarifying yourself, promised to be there,

Insanity, people would say,

But I believed in you.

Change in occupation, do you call that mature?

You know not the value of priority,

Something bound to keep you stable-

Yet that is the one lacking,

Perhaps life did turn better,

Hence erasing you from my life.

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Reverberating

A sensation of going back and forth,

For as long as I remember,

Being so close to the top yet , very far from it;

I can’t exactly fathom the reasons,

By now I know the pain and can bear it without shame.

The pain of working hard,

It’s the pain of giving my best,

Where no stone was to be unturned.

The mind still doesn’t listen,

It plays the game of expectation.

And I always lose in the end.

The last string

Where did we go wrong?

Could I not give you enough love?

Or did you never feel it for me?

When did we start diverging?

Was it a month back ?

Or did you never give into me ?

Was there no apathy?

What if I stop calling and sending those texts?

What if I stop holding the last string between us?

Will you tie it up for us ?

Will you give us a chance ,when we need it?

I’m not sure about it anymore.