There's a reflection in front of me With dead eyes and a face so cold There's cut glass and shards I cannot see Reaching out towards thin air, there's nothing to hold
Standing in a vacuum, the nights are so dark The bulb is burnt out, and the shadows are too long I pull out a matchstick, there's a flicker of a spark The moon springs to life, and the wolf breaks into a song
Look down at my hands, the calluses seem to smile The scars are dry crimson, and the flame is now faded ash My legs feel heavy as lead, yet they still got to walk many a mile The knife is blunt now, but there's still a whiplash
I know where the parched land breathes and the first raindrop falls For I have walked on hard concrete and survived a storm so grey I know where the snow is born and the nightingale calls I have stared at a bottomless abyss and lived one more day.
I walk out of the bar on a cold November night, my gait as unsteady as ever. My eyes are watery and tears fall from them, as I try to adjust to the dark, a world away from the fluorescent fuelled frenzy inside the discotheque.
I totter forward, each step slower than the last. Into The Blue by Sara Jackson still rings in my ears as I try to see the road that lies ahead of me. Of course, all that catches my eyes is emptiness. Streets are usually deserted at this hour and this is no exception.
People are safely tucked into the warmth of their blankets, as they think of pleasant thoughts and dream sweet dreams. I continue to walk on the empty road, the earth damp underneath my feet, my heart clenching and unclenching with a fierce void.
I let my mind drift, as the cold air fills up my senses and heals the raging storm that builds up within my head. I think of memories, and then I give a sideways glance to my shadow.
And in my inebriated state, I draw infallible conclusions. Shadows and memories are not so different after all. They are always by your side and no matter how hard you try, you cannot shake them off. They are a part of you, and they make you who you are.
So I continue, past gravelled sidewalks and sleeping dogs, under a crescent moon and the wails of faraway children. I am a traveller in a ghost town, waiting for the sunrise so that I can find my way back home.
Time ! An absolute truth. It teaches us whatever starts has its end, so does the relationship. Break up is what gives your relationship a true meaning that they are the one, that your days of loving together are short. God bless them fully those who have sustained their relationship over years and years. May they be reincarnated and stay together in whatever form, cause love has no forms. It's present everywhere. Everywhere in everything.
Most of the break up that have happened are not due to anybody's fault but due to complete misunderstanding. Everyone should understand the nuances between instincts and behavior. Behavior is what we learn from surroundings may be good or bad. Instincts are by birth. Talking in loud voice with specific person is behavior but with everyone is instinct. They shouldn't be misjudged. Fragility of a crystal is not a weakness but a fineness.
Unaware of all these, sometimes they say such things that will cut you off from your existence along with their loss. Our instincts seems to sense the threat of the loss is so huge and irrevocable that the mind balks of talking it's measure.The reality of truth before realizing must be visualized from multiple sides.
Misjudging somebody's instincts as behavior and blaming the intimacy spent together as one's lust is of no vantage. At last, one tries to forget about all these, but people get softened by forced reflection that comes with loss. Everything said is to be said and everything done is to be done.
This is life !
Quarrels, misunderstanding are common. But when you forgive your love & then you love God light shines on you.
We shy away from difficult time We shy away from trying battles And we shy away from darkness But aren't they the creators of heroes? Aren't scars symbols of the wars that we've won? And aren't they a reminder of all the things that tried To destroy us, but failed in doing so? And aren't heroes created in the wake of tragedy? Look at the stars, Looking so bright and proud But only in the nights... So why shy away from darkness? Consider it your chance, To shine bright like a star...