My story of moving on....

in this life, not every love story has an happy ending. there are infi 'tere naam's n 'devdas's as well. हमारा भी कभी बुरा कटा था... (मतलब कटते तो रहता ही है...) लेकिन एक बड़ा वाला कटा था... हमने भी सोचा था, कि साला, कभी उभर पाएंगे या नहीं.... बहुत बुरे दिन देखे (इतने भी बुरे न थे, लेकिन हमे बार बार कटने का experience थोड़े ही था... but still, first one is always special...) so junta, the following poem is the story of my moving-on. also the speciality of this poem is that, for a while, i'd really lost the sense of writing.... i'd planned this whole summer cacation beforehand to complete a whole lot of poems and stories... in reality, i couldnt get the inspiration to lift the pen n write a single line.... i guessed i curbed my instincts to feel (in the same way, to write...), to get away from senti-senti stuff, trying to move-on..... but when time passed and i could gather up enuf courage to face my feelings n pen them down, i was finally able to move-on and get my old self back.... so,

the story of my moving-on....

I loved someone once….

but I didn’t know the reason why…

I cared for someone a lot…

but to show it…may be I was a bit too shy…

I couldn’t make her understand love…

may be I didn’t give things, a nice enough try…..

Now when someone else solved the puzzle for her….

am I expected to sit and cry???

I took my time….

to overcome my past and let the tears dry..

Still human though, it ached…

but slowly I learnt how to walk by…

Moments were there when I cursed myself…

but my spirit wasn’t meant to die…

When past crawled back, I ignored it…

but not being myself proved to be a bad try…

I told my heart not to care….

when it was ok to let out and cry….

It actually felt good… for once…

to not care and not ask myself, ‘why’…

But I knew somewhere, I was scared….

Scared of facing her, when she would walk by….???

Also, the unrest inside kept growing….

wanting me to care for things which asked for a ‘try’…

Blaming love for making my life hell…

was one mistake on my part, I don’t deny…

For I now realise, it came for the best…

and it was best…. that it went by….

With no apologies, whatsoever…but just the assurance….

that it was better to leave….than to live a lie…

With no hand over the shoulder….but just a slap, hard….

hard enough, for me to realise where my priorities lie…..