May be you are my heaven,
But what if i am your hell?
Maybe change comes with pain,
But what if i am too weak?
Maybe I don’t deserve my name in ur diary,
But what if I am still thankful for it?
Maybe I have this smile so beautiful,
But what if It’s just a mask for a sad soul?
Maybe I lied and hurt you,
But what if I only wanted you to see through it and not believe it?
Maybe I say I don’t believe in love,
But what if that’s all i need right now?
Maybe I wrote your name in pencil,
But what if I never plan on erasing you in the first place?
Maybe my thoughts were like gray mist,
But what if I have found clear skies now?
Maybe my heart is sheilded too strongly,
But what if its just too fragile?
Maybe I broke you,
But what if it was me who was broken already?
Maybe I really needed you,
But what if I felt embarrassed for asking so much?
Maybe I shouldn’t be writing this,
But what if I hope you could read this?
Maybe its too late,
But I can only try to get this out n put it in the universe.
Since holidays are going on I decided to renovate my room and as I was doing it a friend told me to consider interior designing or something art related as my profession rather than Economics (that I am currently pursuing) and this made me remember my father’s words
” Take two things you love doing the most. Pick the one you love the most as your hobby and the second one as your profession, for when the days are tuff and your second love becomes difficult, you can always go to your first love and re-energize.”
Here a sneak peek in room!
P.S. – Any ideas do comment! 🙂
What is pain?
Does it look like your worst nightmare,
Or does it have a face full of scars?
Each scar a sign of new heartache.
How does it smell like?
Does it even have an odor?
A scent that always give it away?
To its ghosts of past,
And if it has one,
Does it smell sweet?
One that help one troubled soul locate the other,
Or does it smell really awful?
One that ensures no happy soul ever associate with its host?
Does it have a home?
A place it always return to when no place seems right?
And if it does have one,
Is it welcomed back in that place?
Are there any arms waiting for its return?
Does it have a work place?
Where it follows the night shifts?
When no one is around,
And one is left alone with their haunting thoughts?
Does it even like its work?
Or does it also despise its boss?
The guilt and sin,
Flowing like poison in one’s veins,
Every shade of black pumped into one simple shade of red.
Does it even know its importance?
Flowing straight from heart,
Through ink to the pen’s tip,
And staining papers with its sins.
Leaving bare one’s darkest secrets for the world to read,
Associate and feel as humanly as possible,
Bringing together all kindered souls.
Or is it as oblivious as every being on earth?
Comparing the beauty of spring of happiness,
To its dry winter like nature,
Or standing on the weighing machine,
Hoping to be more and more weightless,
Taking less space in body and flesh.
Does it love someone?
The one it will even die for?
Is it possessive?
Not wanting to leave,
Finding new excuses to stay everytime its time to go?
Does it have a language?
Or it believes in no dialogue policy
Always focusing on action,
Oozing out of every cut,
Letting those wounds speak louder than any words.
But whatever it is,
I believe pain is as much in pain,
Wanting to escape its own nature,
And when it does find a way out,
It will run places and explore hearts,
But won’t stay longer in one place to make a person completely fall apart.
P.S.- I am currently not able to come up with anything new. Writer’s block i guess! This piece i wrote long back but been lying in my drafts. I didn’t edit it but I felt I need to post something to feel a little motivated to write more! By the way those who wished me good luck for exams thankyou they went well! Fingers crossed for results!! 😀