Poles Apart

She was a dreamer,
He was a realist,

She loved her imperfections,
While he urged to correct them,

Her eyes were always true to him,
While his insecurities did not believe her claims,

She thought he was her Mr. Right,
But he proved her wrong each time.

Dancing Soul !

Grey clouds, Earthy scent,
noise of the heavy pour,
all this at once,

Storm of thoughts is clear now
& my soul is dancing !!!

The Storyteller !

No scribbled notes nor a writing pad of her own,

Yet everyday, she manages to mesmerize everyone

with the stories from her memory palace.

The Detour!

My heart was transfixed.
to the memories of our past,

Can't believe how it has left behind,
all the hurt that you've caused,

The mind keeps going back there, so often,
I don;t know why and how,
But I'm sure, I want to be in the now,

I no more want to revisit,
the loop of those dark times,

I'd rather take a detour,
from all the pain and lies.

Something borrowed

Not so long ago, a storm came knocking on my door,
It shuffled my life, to the core,

I whined for a while, seeing how things had turned around,

I lost almost everything,
Yet in the nothingness,
everything was what I had found,

Days passed and turned into years,
as I learned to dive through the storms of sorrow,
A little faith was all that I had to borrow. :)

Safe haven!

Memories of some people are so imprinted on our mind,
that it refuses to forget their absence.

Life goes on, as it is supposed to be and the mind opts to
keep them safe in the heart.