The D-Day

 The day you stop looking for a place to call your home

You start building your own

The day you stop seeking a fairytale to call your story

You begin writing your own

The Moment of Truth

 Just when you'd thought you and you alone could dictate your terms of happiness

Just when you'd thought you and you alone were enough to live life as you'd known it

There'll come a moment

A singular moment that defies every last inch of conviction you'd wrapped yourself in

A singular moment that makes you want to believe there could be a different climax

And it'll never be the same 

Ever again

You'll traverse the distance from assigned happinesses to actually finding them

You'll burn the bridges that stood between solitude and tranquility

The Love Letter

Where were you all this while, you've often asked me

I have smiled and patted your head in silence, every single time

Not because I didn't have an answer

But then again, some answers are best scripted in love letters

For oddly enough, there's something about intimacy in measured distances

I've never believed in a right time for a right thing

And you and I coming together was never beyond that realm

Or so I thought

And now that I think of it

I guess it's better we met how and when we did

For one doesn't know the taste of victory unless one has clenched jaws in defeat

For one doesn't know the essence of love unless one has given up on the idea of love

For you and I wouldn't have known the skin of togetherness unless we had lived the trails of distanced solitudes

For you and I wouldn't have been magic unless we had seen the broken dreams