Perceptions

 In the dead dark

Even curtains become doors

The Journey

 In a cosmos of stories, told and retold

You are lost to be seeking the truth

An Impersonal Letter

 It's personal, it's bloody personal.

When you see faces smiling at you, on your screen

Faces you know, have been burnt to ashes

When you pray that single tick on the messenger reads "seen" someday

Messages you know, have lost their way in a dead inbox

When you hear wailing voices tearing apart on calls

Voices you know, are now all a matter of the past

The Government has skeletons in the cupboard and yet no regrets, no fucks to give

We, who didn't have cupboards big enough for skeletons, now have ghosts in our heads

The Conclusion

Try

Try even if you fall

Try even if it breaks you to get back on your feet

And then one day

It'll all fit

Not how you imagined it to be 

But fit nevertheless

And then one day

It'll all make sense

Why trying was never a choice

But the singular truth

Failure is obvious; sucess is a choice

Death is inevitable; life is a privilege

But then, how could you ever succeed if you were too fragile to fail?

But then, how would you ever live if you were too damned to die?

Beyond the Horizon

 What's worse?

The fear of your scars being cut open all over again

The letting go of a possibility to keep your scars guarded in band-aids of denial

Or, dwindling between bouts of both

How'd you ever know unless you've lived them, and beyond?

Queer

and then, one lazy morning

that came without a promise

carpe diem turned a believer of forevers

The Fable Called Forever

Not all love stories are meant to be poetry

Some love stories are the making of obituaries

Not all love stories are meant to be in love

Some love stories are the making of wars

Everything is fair in love and war, someone once said

And love was never the same anymore

Once you've drawn parallels between love and war

Bloodshed is romance; inflicting wounds, foreplay

Piling corpses are but martyred lovers, after all

But then, what happens to the ones that survive the war, once the war's over

But then, what happens to the ones that survived the love, once the love's gone

Shipwrecks don't believe in forevers