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It was a warm morning
that smelled of mildew
interspersed with the
fragrance of flowers, few

You felt familiar
fingers intertwined
That steady pulse,
your hand in mine

The sunlight reflected
in those pools of brown
Our shallow breathing;
the only sound

Those mornings now
haunt me, teasingly
As I mull over the futility
of something, that could never be

I am sharing you
With the grey skies, overcast
The sound of thunder
The drizzles that last
I am sharing you 
With the people on the streets
The bowed heads
The shuffling feet
I am sharing you 
With their devouring eyes
The truth in their depths
The barely disguised lies
I have to let go, the end is near
It’s not that I never, held you dear
It was perhaps love, I did care
I just have never, learnt to share

I’ve been accused

Of a heart of stone

Maybe because I choose

To walk alone

I’ve been written off

As cold

Because I let go of

Whatever I hold

Indifferent and stoic

I’ve heard people say

Criticizing and carping

A lot about my ways

What do they know

Of intensities I feel

A surge of emotions with

Which I covertly deal

What do they understand

Of the capacities of

My very essence that

They blatantly scoff

Ignorant are they

Of my perceptions

Maybe because I refuse

To indulge them with elaborations

One day they may see

What they’ve been blind to

The latent emotions

They are incapable of feeling too

Then I may

Have the last laugh

Beat them in their

Very own craft


Versatile Blogger Award

Upon accepting this award:

1. Post a link to the Versatile Blogger who nominated you. (and thank them)

So I’d like to thank

 for the same.



2. Share seven facts or items not widely known about yourself

– I am 19, though I may sound like I am a woman dealing with post menopause issues

– My humor is more often than not lost on people

-I like rock music, and I am judgmental about people who prefer hip hop and other forms. Petty like that.

-My favorite hang out place is Landmark, a bookstore where I could spend days together if they didn’t shut down at night.

-I don’t see why someone who enjoys being alone has to also suffer from loneliness. Sometimes though, I do.

-My first love (and the only one in fact) has been Howard Roark  from Fountainhead

-Books, poems and music bring out more emotions in me than friends or fellow human beings, on a more general note.



3. Nominate (and notify) five (or 7 or 15) other bloggers for this award.

The bloggers I’d like to nominate are-



Something I wrote keeping positive reinforcement in mind, and how an excess of it may lead to unpleasant repercussions-

I was free

From constraints

Speaking my mind

Oblivious of strain

I was fearless

Keeping no targets

Uninterested in the

Acknowledgments I  get

All that mattered

Was me and my thoughts

Till one day they

Came along and bought

My views, my beliefs

Were no more mine

But for every other person

Who for entertainment pined

Now the purpose

Was to cater to needs

I had on my own

Sown these seeds

To give them power

Over the way I expressed

Slowly my voice was dying

My soul being repressed

I swore to

Break free

Go back to being

Who I used to be

But their tenacious hold

Was way too strong

I went down that path

Knowing it was wrong

Now what I loved

Has become my enemy

I only write

What they wish to see

People passing by
Yet making no difference
The fake smiles and acknowledgements
Then again the bridge, the distance…

Hesitant to let loose
Scared to get close
What those conniving minds contrive
Who really knows?

The deep rooted insecurities
Lingering fear of the unknown
Alas no one sees through it all
And i’m accused of a heart of stone…

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