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

The Proposal

 I've never believed in forevers

For forevers have been but fairytales for me

And fairytales, unlike life, are flawless

I've never believed in happily ever afters

For happily ever afters are but fables for me

And fables, unlike life, are picture perfect

I still don't believe in forevers

I still don't believe in happily ever afters

But whatever it is

I want you in it over and over again

Trust Issues

 Trust isn't fragile

People are

For abstracts are not glass sheaths to be broken and shattered

The choice to rent the abstract to someone is all but a glass floor

Trust is too black and white an idea for grey matter

Odds and Evens

 If happiness found a new address

Would you follow it out of your door

All the way into a new found familiarity

Because, happiness is deserved

OR

If happiness found a new address

Would you watch it leave you at the door

As you succumb to the habit of known walls

Because, family precedes familiarity

OR

Dwindling in the fear that they would call you selfish if you walked out 

Would you rather stay, telling yourself you're in debt and all you should feel is grateful

Because, life lies beyond happiness

Is what you've been telling yourself as your eyes cry themselves to sleep every night

As your new found familiarity would lie alone on a bed that was meant for the two, staring at the blank ceiling for hours, and yet not sleep

Would you rather watch it all fade in the horizon, and seek consolation, telling yourself that happiness is a price you pay to afford loyalty to a habit you've grown because you'd once thought of it to be happiness

Constants and variables can't coexist

And yet, you've convinced them to cohabit in this poorly worded chapter of the novel you call life

Cosmos: A Blank Verse

 "Don't you feel jealous, that I'm taken?" You'd once asked.

I had smiled

And held your chin up

Dewdrops rolling down your eyes 

And onto the blushing crimson cheeks

And as I pulled you closer in the ill-lit spaces

And kissed the tears off your cheeks

And as I looked you in the eyes

And held you tight enough to not fall apart

And as I tucked your hair to the last strand

And our lips met and lost their way

I told you, "In the deafening noises of the screaming society and the stinking bins of the make belief tales, you're my silence."