Still learning to deal with

On stage the two players
The two men
Smiled at each
Continuously
Conspiratorialy
Like lovers

I whipped around
To tell you
What i thought -

It's not a good sign when

All of your daydreams
And mental simulations
End with you shouting
"Leave me alone"

Where did i go wrong?

I conclude that i had done
Nothing wrong,
Despite your attempts
To convince me otherwise

I had always done my best

And my best, it appears,
Was not enough
And will never be

The split

Only something like this
Lets me truly understand
The nature of the lines

The split, then,
means not sorrow alone
Unlike the decline
It is a period of equal
joy and grief

While those lucky few
with islands
withstands the upheavals
to meet again

Those with the split

Drift further and further apart

Afraid of art

Being scared of
The most beloved works of art
Scared that re reading
Or re watching
Will rob it of its intensity
When tbe goosebumps go away
And the tears don't come
The second time around

Scared that
Constant repetition
Will rob it of meaning altogether

And yet
Unable to avoid its magnetic pull
Holding your breath
Feeling heart bounding
Until the song ends
In a blur

#सम्बन्ध हाम्रो धमिलो हुँदैछ
#परिभाषा तर त्यही हो भन न

Eczema

I wish my tears were content
To flow out through my words
Instead of pushing through my skin

Pursuing "something higher"

Working hard all your life
Waking up one fine day
To realize your life is almost over
And you don't know anymore
what you were chasing
in the first place

Or
Misplacing your energies
And giving up the fight
Forever believing
you missed out on your dream

Or
Achieving all you wanted
Believing that to be the
normal trajectory
And judging everyone who
Doesn't achieve the same