just like a firefly
i drew closer to your light
but in distance i remembered
that i had my own

words that leave you feeling sore
are as simple as
"I don't love you anymore"

You let your hands rush by the ivy,
ripping off every leaf you could get them on.
Only to drop them when no longer desired,
broken women, scattered across the lawn.

Finding the right words to articulate our fragmented memories, stained ink and silence to fill the void of your absence;
We became the passive voice of our generation who cannot muster up the courage.
The generation who couldn't face to face challenge the odds and ask you to stop and simply utter, "Stay".
Stay so that we can face the music together.
Stay because it hurts without you.
Stay because it challenges me to fight my battle against the crowd in proving out that
I'll stand by you.
Stay because you're the hand I'd love to hold amidst the crowd.
But silently, the meek voice which couldn't make the right choice,
Still struggling to find terms and conditions in order to address the wound we are silently suffering; deep down where no could see,
How painful it could be!

Pain is the only healer I can befriend
Her unconventionality is my only sin
The bait and bleed
Then relief

Don't cry, keep your eyes dry,
Don't curse yourself, for its not your fault,
Don't overthink, just halt !
let the time heal the pain,
Just sit tight, your hard work won't go in vein!
Trust me, God has better plans, keep your spirits high!
and just don't cry!