and your head a mess
when they both aint going in the same direction
and all is a chaos...
when you know you have got to do it,
but you do not know how...
when you grapple for support outside
with a realisation however
that strength has to be seeked from within...
when your heart bleeds to know
what all you have to leave
when memories kill you
and the mere idea brings tears
when you know it is not an end to one thing
but many a things
and you wonder what scares you more-
a life without it
or a life with its haunting memories..
when you wish there was something, anything
that would make this simpler
which would pull you out
without making you find that inner strength to do it
Coz the inner strength shall not manifest itself,
for, for long it has been derived from the very thing it now has to kill...
complicated though it sounds
it is as simple as that,
An end to a lot of beautiful things
A beginning to the unknown...
5 comments:
ufff...why i cant understand this post????btw..i can hear someone playing our strategym wala music.....at this time......pata nahi kaun hian!
ummm sorry.. i keep promising myself not to write cryptic posts... but cudnt resist writing this one...
hey..I understand your poem and the very source it is coming from. Belive me, sometimes an end is a gift..it gives us a different view, a vision and immense learning and with all this we are all set to make a new begining.
u r a sweetheart mitali...
and i know u r right.
hmmm, its tuff tough though, very tough...
btw met neha yde.. it was great..
chatted for hours!!!
maza aya :)
sometimes the fundamentals have to be questioned ...
d source of our strength has to be changed .. now tat i think everyone does tat some time but just tat v don't realize it ...
u have very aptly put in this poem the catharsis one goes thru ...
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