Little did you know
When you left me
A long time ago
You gave me liberty.

The best gift you could give
Although I  still  did grieve
The years gone by clung to me
Strangling me , refusing to set me free.

Soon a firm resolve
Made me stride with purpose
From my stupor I  evolved
The turning point , beckoned me
I soared higher and higher
Oxygen pumped faith hope and serenity
I  remembered you with gratitude for letting me be.

Copyright (c) Deep Shree Chauhan

I keep looking for perfect
in everything that isn't you.

I feel like I'm the bag at the end of a rope you drag behind you to and fro, it tears and breaks but you won't let it go.

Where was I two years ago?
Nuzzling your hair?
Kissing your cheek?
Or was I numb with pain by now?
Every word choked out like pulling teeth.

Did we take a shower together that day?
Where I swore your body
Begged me to stay?
Did I ask you yet your reasons why?
Did you tell me nothing in reply?
Did I ask you yet if this was just a break?
Did I go to bed, praying I’d never wake?

And I was driven to insanity by the normalities of every day life.

As they say
Words fall short to describe experiences.
Photographs are still pixels away
From being a reflection
Of one's memory -
A refracted reflection,
Of the experience itself.
So what about hopes
To capture, treasure memories for this lifetime?
What about people
Who love to imagine,
And spend their lives
Living on memories
Of those imagined sights,
Scenes, smells and people?

While I try to figure
Which is the trigger
And which the consequence,
A battle breaks out
Externalities cave in.
Simultaneity takes on a horrid meaning.
Anticipation becomes the catalyst
Of a demon that I created
But know not *******.

I forget where my comfort zone lies
In the sphere of my inability
To face, to do things all these years,
Or the realm I wanted to leap to.
There's no single-leap shortcut though,
I've been crawling all the while
With my head buried in the sand.