Thyself or Myself.
Selflove or Selfcare.
Eating or consumption.
Redemption or Vindication.
Self-conscious or Self-aware.
Sounds same,
Yet vastly different!
Or might I say diverse?

The face you remember, not that.
The voice you heard, not that.
The laugh you longed, not that.
The scent you recall, not that.
The memory you miss, not that.
This is new, fresh and different.
Let it sink.
Let it sit.
Let it grow.
Let that go.
PLEASE!

Your silence is not an answer.
Your smile is not a solution.
Your nod is not a confirmation.
Your clueless expression is not an indication.
Voice is!
Words are!
Actions are!
Presence is!

The kindness I received,
The goodness I experienced,
The apology I never received,
The hate I eradicate,
The passion I desire,
The sincerity I cultivate,
The Love I deserve,
The person I should be.

His escape was art, Her escape was books.
His companion was cats, Her companion was a dog.
His amusement was baking, Her amusement was running.
His passion was teaching, Her passion was dancing.
His melody was jazz and blues , Her melody was country.
His choice was him, Her choice was then immaterial.
His words were "maybe we are not meant to be",
Her words were "wish you gave it another try".
His preference was settlement, her preference was improvement.
His goodbye was a hug, Her goodbye was a tear.

12 hours subscription,
2 minutes noodles,
1 hour laundry,
24 hours delivery.

When should I think?
When should I feel?
Everything so fast and fleeting.
Everything so instant.

I need a moment,
A moment to just be still.
To acknowledge I am still human,
Not some "time-operated" machine.

I need to take a deep breath,
I need to feel the calm,
I need to meditate,
Feel the fresh air in my lungs.

For a moment pause my thoughts from this hustle and bustle,
Just for a moment!!

If only I could.
See you without you watching,
Hear you without you knowing,
Caress you without you feeling,
Sit beside you without you being aware,
And walk away without making a sound!!!

Some days smiling is difficult.
Some days laughing is a chore.
Some days getting through is painful.
Some days loving oneself is impossible.
Those "SOME DAYS" are the survival game,
Breathe and believe "This shall pass soon"
Give yourself 60 minutes of happiness and gratitude on that specific "SOME DAY"!!!

Ever felt so happy to hear someone's voice? I know!!
Ever felt so energetic on seeing someone's smile? I know!!
Ever felt so empty when someone had to leave? I know!!

Ever felt powerful after days of despair? I will know!!
Ever felt peace after accepting the end? I will know!!
Ever felt forgiveness for the unreceived apology? I will know!!

Some days you are "I know",
Sometimes you end up to be "I will know".
Either way you have to survive it.

I am letting my fears go,
I am opening my mind to new ideas,
I am letting new thoughts to form,
I am choosing to agree with disagreements,
I am building new visions everyday,
I am growing bit-by-bit,
I am creating it piece-by-piece.
All because of you and all for you,
But once I leave, they shall be a part of me,
A parting gift for me from you.

A beautiful illusion, A false hope.
As soon as the wind blows, the boat starts to row towards it,
The closer and deeper the sea pushes the boat, the further the sky appears.
The line where the sky meets the sea is a delusion.
The more the sea reaches out, the further the sky moves away.
Its a beautiful vision to the visitors but a daily disappointment to the sea.
And then suddenly the sea stopped to reach out for the sky.
The moon took up that mission.
The sky ghosted the moon by using the sun.
And in the end they all stopped to try!!!

Deep long breath,
Freshly brewed coffee,
Scriptural versus for the soul,
Sweat session on the yoga mat,
You got this day!!!!!

A void if your voice isn't heard,
A hurt if you sound upset,
An emptiness if you don't laugh,
A fear when you don't respond to calls,
My growth into an adult is making you grow into old-age.
The unspoken truth of losing you grows stronger as you get adjusted in the new yet forced stage of existence.
Oh Mother! You strengthen me everyday yet it's unknown how I shall survive if you go away.
Please stay back for me!!

When he talks, she hears you.
When he laughs, she pictures you.
When he holds her, she feels you.
When he hugs her, she smells you.
When he kisses her, she wishes it is you.
It's unfair and unjust.
She likes one, but she loves the other.
Seems like the people switched positions,
"The one" and "the friend".

Two glasses of wine,
That's all it takes for you to make an appearance in my head.
Brimming through the edges
Over-flowing from the top,
Two glasses is all it takes.

Usually frowned upon.
But why?
A mother feels it for her new born.
a.k.a. the purest form of love known to mankind.
Then why be upset when you feel it for the "special" someone.
It demands selflessness.
Giving without no guarantee of receiving.
No profit, grant or bonus.
Just peace and self-satisfaction of seeing them happy.
Not many are capable of it.

An unstoppable force,
An unspeakable thought,
An inexpressible emotion,
An indescribable comfort,
An unimaginable sensation,
An ineffable desire.
Too much control and too much power.
Loathe it or Love it, cannot pick one.
Give the control or fight for it, cannot pick one either.

What we need is air, What we give is smoke.
What we need is care, What we give is negligence.
What we need is security, What we give is insecurities.
What we need is acceptance, What we give is judgement.
Why this wonder and confusion??
Be it science - Every action has an equal and opposite reaction,
Or faith - As you sow so shall you reap,
Or universe - What goes around comes around,
All base on one common ground - KARMA.
Let the actions be good, the results will be better.
When all is said and done don't we all just need that some hope to hold on to!!!!

Is home a place?
Is home a person?
Is home a feeling?
Is home a suspension of our four dimension location?
For some it is all of the above.
A feeling of acceptance and security, with that person, at a safe place with no regret of losing time.
I bet we bless the day that person was born.
My home, my favorite feeling, my warmest secure place to be.