Hiccups or Hiccoughs? Decide ...

When the past comes a recalling ...
What do we get?
Hiccups or Hiccoughs?

A state where devoid of aqua...
Unsatiated ...
Uninitiated we begin ...
Demanding as is nature ...
We burn the bridges ...
Yet turn around to see ...
If the one left behind is following ...
Why ?
Why these hiccups?
Why these emotional impediments on the road ahead?
Why don't we just let go ?
Why don't we move on?

A cough so painful ...
We endure everyday for the rest of our lives ...
The ache of a broken heart.


Now is the time to decide ...
Whether it is this relation we want?
Is this what we desire?
Is this the person we want to spend ...
The rest of our lives with?

Let not,
Our thoughts...Tear us to smithereens....
For want of a yes from the loved one ...
For they need to kill ...
The demons within them first.

Decide ... O' Dear!
What it is that you want?
You can't play with her emotions...
You can't leave her high and dry ...
That is just not fair ...
To hurt someone ...
Who has written her life away ...
In your name.

The early morning Dew ...

The early morning dew ...
That is you ...
The very thought brings ...
A smile to the tired lips ...
Face brightens up ...
Grinning from ear to ear ...
At your relentless effort ...
I know...
I have nothing to fear.

I am secure in the thought ...
That you are always there ...
I know now...
That you will be there always.

My day starts with you ...
My day ends with you ...
You remain with me throughout ...
My thoughts are embedded with your thoughts...
Your dreams are mine too now.

I dedicate my life to you ...
In all humbleness ...
With nips and knotty times ..
Guaranteed ...
Yet, fun and frolic in place ...
This life is all yours henceforth ...
Come what may.

You are the early morning dew ...
Fresh  in nature...
You are the last residue in my mind.

Hostage of our past ...

Aren't we all ...
Hostages to our past ...
Mulling over events bygone ...
Living in dark rooms of unfulfilled desires ...
Aren't we all ...
Hostages of the past.

Bound by invisible chains of thought,
Hanging from a noose ...
Tightening every second ...
Waiting for the plank ...
Beneath to be pulled ...
Just waiting to be unplugged ...
From the source of Life.

Living a Lie each day ...
Burying emotions deep...
Hacking feelings every moment ...
Bearing aches within.

We are but a Hostage to the past ...
Our pasts ...
Playing havoc ...
Our present being disturbed ...
Our future being destroyed.

We are a hostage of our past.

Culling the desire ...

The moment of reckoning ...
When what you desire ...
Clashes with sense and sensibilities ...
A line to be drawn ...
Decisions to be taken ...
Silence to be maintained ...
So that you don't hurt anyone ...
Anymore ...
You don't hurt Anymore.

Culling what you want ...
Uproot the desires ...
Pour acid over wants ...
Pluck the feather of feelings out ...
Knocking the head off ...
In one stroke ... all gone ...
Nothing left ...
To turn back upon ...
All ties severed ...
So all can live in peace ...
Be at peace yourself ...
So be it attitude ...
Kill the very desire ...
That makes you human ...
Kill all feelings ...
Cull the devil ...
Nip it in the bud.

Culling the desire ...

The way out ...

The way out is the way in too ...
No two ways about it ...
Just the path ...
Carving new boundaries...
Setting new goals

Setting sail again ...

Unfurling the sails ...
Tying the knots ...
Gearing up for yet another ...
Brutal journey in the Tempest ...
I slip on the life jacket over my head ...
Onto my torso ...
Sticking the velcro together tight ...
I look at the unending horizon ...
I know there is an Island ...
Somewhere out there ...
Waiting to be discovered.

I push my rickety wooden yacht ...
Out into the deep blue Sea ...
Mind and matter left behind ...
A new life to lead.

There in the vast blue Sea ...
Under the vast blue Sky ...
The scorching Sun ...
Burning my skin ...
I still am happy in my solitude.

The gulls keep me company ...
The accompanying dolphins dance to my tunes ...
It ain't so bad on your own ...
When you set sail to conquer self.

A never ending journey ...
From one realm to another ...
A life full of anecdotes ...
To share on foreign lands ...
Throwing anchor in new terrains ...
Watching life elsewhere ...
I know I have truly arrived ...
When I set sail again.

Hurting ...

Yes , she is hurting ,,,
Not because he used and left her ... But, she the good friend ...
Was the precursor of it all ...
And, stepped back rather ...
Than being there for her ...
A cowardly move ...
By a friend , she vouched for always.

The hurt made her hard ...
Bitter and foul mouth ...
Spewing venom at them all ...
The hurt swelling in size ...
Enveloping all in its wake ...
A Tsunami of sorts ...
That swept their World away.

Her hurt knows no bounds ...
She caged herself to get over the aches and pains...
A bleary World to be ensconced in ...
Doubting all approaches ...
Deleting relations ...
Shrinking in her cocoon ...
She watches silently ...
She hurts in silence.

A life once again trampled upon ..
A feeling distorted ...
Faith in friendship shaken ...
She hurts for the treachery left her shaken within.