“That Innocence”

To that innocence…
She prick flowers .
But always hurt by thorns…
She choose best people for her.
But she always met with beasts…
Because of her good qualities..
She always misused …..
It’s her strength not her weaknesses…
But she is weak by her strength….
She is jewel in coal mine ..
She need purification to shine…
Purification in life….
Purification in strength ..
Purification in circle …
She was innocent …..
She is innocent…
But She is ignorant ….
To that Innocence …

Loving her Scars

She was Innocent …
She was full of dreams…
She was dreaming…
She was flying….
Unless she got introduced with feelings…
The feelings which she never felt …
Because She was loving her scars…
Hidden Scars….
That are unseen , but they hurt…..
But still she love her Scars….
Hidden Scars ………

Letting her go.

Letting her go does not come at once like you hoped it would. There is no defining moment, no slamming of the door and deciding you’re finally over it. It doesn’t end itself neatly.
It spills out of you, messy and unkempt.
At first, you will not want to let her go. Even if you refuse to admit this out loud. You decide to keep it safe. A secret between you and whatever you believe in. If you hold on, you still have her, right? If you hold on, something still exists, right?
You feel for her in the night. Remember he is not there.
Hold on, still.
You will be across town at a dark bar when the song she loves starts playing. You think of texting her. You go so far as to pulling out your phone and typing her name. But, you stop. You put it down. You decide to listen to the music instead. This does not have to be his. This can be yours, too.
A month later, he will tell you she misses you and everything inside you will be set ablaze. You try to speak, but it’s all forest fires. You try to respond, but your fingertips are smoke.
You tell her you still love her and there is no response.
You cry.
You cry a lot.
You cry for what you were and what you thought you’d have. You cry for her, how much you wanted her and what you could give. You cry for broken promises and futures that will not be realized. But mostly, you cry for yourself. And that’s okay. It’s okay to be sad about this.
Slowly, each morning, you wake up and breathe. You remember how much of your life you’ve lived without her. You kiss someone who isn’t her. You kiss your damn self.
There’s an orange moon in the sky and she loves those. And you hope she’s happy. You hope she saw it. But you don’t feel the need to tell her.
You look at yourself in the mirror and smile.
You congratulate yourself for surviving another shitty heartbreak.
Uff

When She goes !

When she goes ….
Like the Spring finishes….
Like flowers disappears…
Like fragrance finishes…
No reason to smile….
Her presence…
Arrival of spring …
Fragrance all around..
Flowers everywhere….
Happiness everywhere….