A broken heart
Bleeds all those
Beams of hope.
Somedays
I steal hope
And stuff it
In my heart.
Only to see
It slowy getting leaked out.
And This cycle of stuffing
And leaking goes on.
Why cant a broken heart
Hold hope?-
The Fall— % &I fell,
From the highest mountain
I have ever climbed.
The thud
Reverberates in my ears
Even now.
I was crippled.
Broken to million pieces.
I wondered,
If my people could
Recognize me. — % &Slowly as a collective process
I was fixed,
By sewing up all those broken pieces.
But I was dying
To shed those pieces.
And end it once and all. — % &Luckily, I have an angel
Who lifts me up,
Whenever my wings
Forget to fly.
She asked me
To fight back.
She wanted me to
own the building,
The doors of which was
Treacherously closed for me.— % &And So I stood up.
I trembled.
But managed to walk,
'One step at a time'
Was my Mantra.
I restarted to climb
That marvelous mountain
That pushed me down. — % &At some point I would
Look down,
My weary eyes wonders
If people are laughing at my bruise
Or are they cheering?
My mind nudges me
Not to waste my energy
For I have a mountain to climb.
Then my heart whispers,
Trek on, those sounds would fade
Once you reach high.— % &Sometimes I would climb with ace.
Getting new hold and Gaining new pace.
Sometimes my knees would shake hard,
Shaking up all those unhealed parts of my heart.
Sometimes I move mountains,
Sometimes a pebble could drag me down.
Somedays my half healed wounds
Would bleed upon a small prick,
And I have to sit and pamper,
Such times I would look back
At my traversed path, And pat my back.
Sometimes my mind replays my fall,
And stirs thoughts like
What if I kept on climbing
My whole life?
What if I am climbing a
Mountain with no peak?
Sometimes I wonder
Why I fell down?
What if god makes me climb hard
So that one day he could
Neatly push me down, again.
What if I dont taste success?
And that culminates to the question,
'Why should I fight back?'— % &But then I look at my broken heart,
It reflects back all those
Beautifull faces awaiting my Success.
All those past versions of mine
That hustled hard for this climb.
Betraying them is something
I cant do,
Unless, one rips my soul apart.— % &And now,
I am hallway done.
With those vicious cycle
Of Fall-Heal-Repeat.
At times when life suffocates me
I breath through these lines,
'Stick to the fight
When you are hardest hit,
Its when things go wrong
You mustnt quit'.
'Dont quit'. — % &-
Why do I have
The trouble that
I am troubling others,
As they might have
The guilt of breaking me.
Why do I have to
Feel guilty that
I made them feel guilty?-
When I am healing
From the punch they blew,
They would come again,
With 'I didnt meant to' look,
And their hands would be
Whetting a knife,
And my troubled heart
Falls for them,
With no trouble.
-
There is certain part
Of my soul
That stirs to voice out.
But then
Comes my brain,
Alarming about the consequences.
And then
There is my poor heart,
Equally Willing to do both.
-
I hide my bruise
From the very person
Who punched me.
I plaster it with, a smile.
The very smile
Which I throw
Whenever I get to
see that person.
I smile,
Thinking that would
Heal us both.
Little did I knew that
A Plaster of smile
Wouldnt mend a
Broken heart.-
On your chase
to success,
Sometimes your pace
Wouldnt allow
Some people to
Cheer for your race.
Never slow down
To get back those people.
If they are meant to be
In your pages of memoir
They will.-
You have burnt your
Fun moments of your life
As a Fuel for your Passion.
You have put your
Social life in a Pause.
You have lost
Most of your people
In the above said process.
Life left you
With those selected people
Who learnt to decode your silence.
Even After all these,
Life may gift you
With Failure.
You might have no one to cheer you,
You might have bunch of people
To laugh at you,
You might have mixed big lump
Of emotions you cant decipher.
Sometimes Life wont accept
Your plan Of Success.
But poor Life is left with
No other option,
But to deliver Success,
If you are Stubborn.-
You deserve respect.
You deserve love.
Not only in your Successful era.
But also in your downfall.
Especially in your downfall.-