Scars

Scars they are,

Scars that are left behind.

Scars of victory,

Scars of love,

Scars of pain,

Scars of guilt,

Scars that remind you of a time,

that can never come back,

of time that has tested everything,

the love that bloomed and faded,

the glory that was earned and lost,

the gain that was laced with pain

and healed with time.

the rain that poured heavily and dampened the spirits,

the sun that rose and set to rise again,

the birds that left at every dusk

and the solitude you made peace with,

the people who came into your life,

for a purpose, for a lesson, for whatever

and chose to leave sooner or later.

Scars they are,

that remind you of good and evil,

loss and attainment,

life and death,

Scars that stay whether or not you want them to,

Scars that refuse to fade away with time,

Scars that keep reminding you what you are,

and make you ponder what you will be,

Scars that have become a part of life,

whether you want them to be or not,

Scars that we have accepted and surrendered to,

just like an alter soul that cannot be detached in a lifetime or more.

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Hidden

She sits there with a half-smile,

Listening to him or pretending to listen.

Wonder what she is trying to conceal.

Would that smile fade away from there,

Or bloom into a wider curve.

I could never say, and I will never guess.

Her eyes looking at him,

While not looking at all.

Wonder what that stare hides,

Will it rise to pray or look down upon rejection?

I would never attempt to comprehend.

I see no anger in them, nor any trace of sadness.

The moment has paused there,

And I don’t know if its love,

Or a striving desire to belie.

She looks neither old, nor young.

The charm lingers every now and then,

Before deserting and pervading the face again.

She speaks, and I can’t hear what it is,

Because life goes on, the world doesn’t pause ever.

The restaurant is buzzing with people, walking past us,

And each table has a story to tell.

Stories that eyes tell eyes.

Stories that can be read on faces.

Stories that make you ponder.

Stories that create memories to retain.

Stories that kill the passing time.

And stories that remind me of you,

While I sit here alone.

Because you never came,

And I know, you never will.

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Alone

"Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone."

Maya Angelou

Can anybody be all alone and survive alone? I think what Maya Angelou wanted to say was that everybody needs the human touch. It may not be a spouse but your parents, may not be children to take care of you but may be a friend to lend a shoulder, or may be your cousins or siblings who were your partner in crime. Life is so difficult to be lived without having some one to talk to, they may not even be physically present but even an internet chat would be enough. I have one such school buddy and we keep exchanging the quotes that we read over whatsapp. A healthy discussion follows afterwards, it feels really good to have someone of the same mental wavelength or the way she says we are soul sisters. Strange that our souls connect even if we are miles apart. She lives in Singapore by the way, but our conversation is more real than anything else. Then there is another friend whom I meet mostly in the weekends or week days if we find time to sneak out of office and pouring out my heart to her feels oh so relaxing! Office colleagues with whom I go for lunch are a true inspiration for my work. When we discuss our bosses, a meeting that over shoot its duration or a presentation that didn't go too well it feels so easy to relate to each other's life and half of the grief is resolved. I think no matter how difficult it is life will go on. A little human touch will make it easier though, that's why Maya Angelou says, "nobody can make it out here alone". 

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