Can feel it coming...

An escape from something that I have not seen, I have not heard, but I have lived, but I have felt.

An escape that seems so close to a dive into an empty space,

Where nothing can be found, nothing can be felt, nothing can be heard, nothing can be lived.

I look for that empty space with no hope, with no strength, with no will. As the men in black robes stand outside my door, I curl up in fear wiping my tears. 

Once in this empty space i will be not lost but gone forever in a deep black hole.

Written by Vrushali 

Like a Dust I whirled

In the quiet aftermath, 

It wasn't just the heart, even dreams were toyed. 

I was a specter of affection, once vivid, now destroyed.

I was the breeze that caressed your skin,

A passing wind, caring and gentle.

But winds must roam, and so you declared,

I was only a season; rejected and impaired.

A season I was, in the chronicle of your years,

So sure of "our love" to share it with your peers.

Sunday, I danced for love amongst the stars, 

Tuesday, you found it suddenly all so bizarre,

How clueless for what was to come,

The "Real You" that I was yet to learn,

How joyous I was, how unfazed,

When Wednesday came, you left me without a trace.

I came as salvation, a beacon in your night,

With open arms and a heart willing to make it all right.

Your sorrows, your tears, on my shoulder they lay,

From thunders and storms I will protect you, I prayed.

Now solitary and silent, here I stand.

For a sin you committed, never carved by my hand.

You left me in the ruins of my own generosity,

Abandoning every spirit of faith and loyalty. 

Was my presence so light, so easily dismissed?

Or was the weight of my love too heavy to hold?

For you dropped it like burden, an unwanted gift,

And left me to shiver in the cold.

You were the sculptor, and I, mere clay,

Molded with care, then shattered with ease.

I was the canvas, once vibrant and true,

Now a faded memory, like you never drew.

I gave you my all, the essence of me,

But was I ever more than a shadow to thee?

The saddest truth in this tale of demise,

Is every dream I weaved proved me unwise. 

For you erased me without a thought,

This memoir on love will now forever haunt.

The saddest poem is my unwritten verse,

Reminding me again of fate's unjust curse. 

Like dust, I danced in your sunbeams,

Gleefully whirling the currents of dreams

But with the slightest of gestures, your dismissive sigh,

As you poofed me away swiftly, saying goodbye.

Written by Vrushu

Talking to a Flower

You know your no reaction or hurtful things never truly gave me pain, it only pressed the wounds that were already there. I shared everything with you. When it came to giving a good news, you continued to ignore me. You didn't feel like calling or emailing, nothing. 

But still it doesn't hurt me as much seeing cold faces of people when my professor appreciates, and thinks so nice of me. Even then there was no reaction. There was silence from both. 

Tell me why would it hurt when you too did everything i pleaded you not to? 

I received online expensive deliveries from them when all i needed to hear was , "We are proud of you".I didn't need materialistic things. I only needed to be cuddled, a pat on the back. 

You didn't hurt me. You only added to the pain that is already there.  

How can you betray my trust when I have never felt what keeping it feels like? 

I trained myself for no physical touch of affection and froze my emotions because I have been too scared to be loved back and abandoned. Until I trusted you and let in. 

You made me feel the first month what normal feels like, how it feels to vent it all out before someone for the first time. I removed all my guards.  

You are the only person who "asked me" if we can cuddle. Only once in past, I gathered courage to ask. I received that hug and cuddles one day in 14600 days of my life. Just once...

The remaining months I saw the real normal.  How I have always been treated by one I love so much. 

Do you realise how much it takes for me to even share everything,  how much it takes to remove all my guards down and let you in , and after knowing everything,  you did everything to end my soul. 

After 6 long years, i have been laughing like a Monkey all alone, and then I stopped making a fool of myself, because everyone else seemed to be like every other day. 

I am almost convinced that I have no clue what normal is. 

You can be rest assured everything you did never hurt me, it only pressed the wounds that could never heal. I was okay to being numb these 11 years.

I sowed the seed, I nurture it, I talk to it , I even fight with people for its space everyday. That's all I got, knowing fully well whether a human or flower, it will not respond to any of it. 

May be you were right when you asked , "Are you sure you love Me and not obsessed with me?."