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  • mohanwrites 61w

    Last June, I was a different person.

    I believed in love. I believed in miracles. I used to believe in all kinds of love- true, deep, mad, unexpected, long lasting and what not. I also believed whatever be the type, love would win at the end.
    Boy, I wanted to love. I wanted to love because I should and must. I wanted to love like no-one has ever attempted to. I heard love had no horizons, but wanted to explore further. It was doable and worth it. I was out there, loving with all my heart, because why not?
    Until life happened. Now my heart just processes two kinds of love:
    Love that works out. Love that doesn't.
    I now know life has its own ways of unraveling new lessons. And I realise that you can love with all your soul and it would still not be enough. I have realised that love does not surpass everything, it just tries to. There is no specific formula to it; it works out if it's supposed to, or it doesn't.
    I'm not saying I got it all figured out, I'm trying to convey that it's okay if it doesn't work out in the end. That it's just life working out it's ways and not everything can be your success equation. I'm not sure if I've come to terms with what I've learnt. I don't know if I'll ever be the same again. I'm definitely not sure if I still dare to love. But every single time, just before my thoughts take me to oblivion, I can't help but remember...

    Last June, I was a different person.


  • mohanwrites 63w

    Hoping at the wrong time.
    Choosing the wrong ones.
    Losing our loved ones.
    Trying to heal completely.
    Failing to be ourselves.

    We all have our own pathologies.


  • mohanwrites 65w

    She said, "I'm like the rough seas, you can't love me without drowning."
    He replied, "But to drown is to dwell deeper inside you."

    That's when her seas smiled, for they'd found their shores finally.


  • mohanwrites 74w

    A million times I have lied
    About how I didn't need love to survive
    But when you said you loved me
    I couldn't see a reason to not love you back
    For the first time with you, I was true
    And all the lies lined up to laugh at me
    Until the time you decided to join the queue
    That's when my lies sighed and my only truth died.


  • mohanwrites 76w

    The Girl I Remember Loving

    The weight in my chest is unmistakable
    But in contrast I catch myself smiling
    Then I realise, I'm thinking about you
    Something of a habit made out of time
    But it's not about how you're not here anymore
    Silly me, smiling at the girl I remember loving

    I remember remembering you far too much
    That it has become my very own disease
    But oh, I was in love, and remember, I did
    About far too many things, both little and large
    That I can never be sure if I cannot forget you
    Or just that I remember you too much.

    We were growing apart, and sadly I couldn't do much
    Who knew, that love would become my ultimate lesion
    The heart burns brighter when it's fuelled by love
    Mine still burns, not knowing about what made you cast me away
    And to this day it hasn't stopped burning
    It burns, but the warmth vaguely resembles that of yours.

    I still think about you, the one who could actually walk away
    I try to picture you being happy without me
    In my head, I can love you and still end up not losing you
    In reality though, I wanted to love your very existence
    I can be sure that you wouldn't even want me as your memory now
    But pardon me, I'm still thinking about the girl I remember loving.


  • mohanwrites 77w

    You threw bricks
    I built walls around me
    And before I knew it
    I boxed myself inside, alive
    Now as I slowly suffocate to death
    My life going out as huffed breaths
    I try not to, but fail instantly
    I call your name out for one last time
    And the damned unforgiving walls
    Echo it back to my ears, but
    I dare not cry, yes I shall never wake
    And your name, to heaven I take.


  • mohanwrites 83w

    What my head does hear.

    The moon's at it's prime today
    Gleaming with an unmistakable glow
    And as I watch it through my bedroom window
    It starts talking; tells me I've been awake for too long
    And that sleepless nights are food for my overthinking head
    If I can hear the moon from a million miles away
    Why can't I seem to hear your voice at all?

    My motorcycle feels oddly light today
    Almost as if it'll let me fly if I wanted to
    And as I ride through the deserted roads
    It starts talking; tells me I need to focus on the journey
    And if I think about the road instead that's the end of my peace
    If I can decipher the thumps of my motorcycle with such ease
    Why can't I seem to hear your voice at all?

    The cigarette between my fingers decides I'm a maniac
    As i wedge it tighter and let it grin at me with a burning curve
    And as I drag in the damned smoke it emits
    It starts talking; tells me I've got addicted to killing myself in bits
    And for what I have inside no amount of smoke would ever be enough
    If I can perceive the lessons of a stick entitled to kill me
    Why can't I seem to hear your voice at all?

    Is it because voices change like the unforgiving sands of time?
    Or maybe I've been deafened enough to determine you don't talk?
    Too many thoughts arise, ploughing my head into half
    Seeing the mess I've become, the moon, motorcycle and cigarette share a laugh.


  • mohanwrites 93w

    There are people who have conversations about poetry.
    And there are some who makes poetry out of conversations.
    The former loves poetry;
    The latter dwells in it.


  • mohanwrites 94w

    Fellas, some people would indeed put in efforts to repair you back into your old self; but sometimes, once you bounce back, they cannot take in your natural vibe and leave you right there. Probably wondering.
    If you understand this, I realise you possess immense strength. And you have my respect for that.


  • mohanwrites 95w

    Of Cuckoos and Dreams

    Two dark cuckoos
    Married and all
    Living in a forest
    High above on the branches.

    As time passed
    They were blessed with an egg
    Papa cuckoo was very thrilled
    Mama cuckoo had already started knitting.

    "I want my chick to be stout and handsome
    With brightly coloured feathers all over his body
    When he shows off his colours and dance,
    Every eye must envy and adore him- I want a Peacock as my son"
    Prayed mama cuckoo all day long.

    "My son must grow up into a strong bird
    A bird thats soars high up above the clouds
    He must have strong talons and powerful eyes
    I want an Eagle as my son"
    Dreamt papa cuckoo and grinned widely.

    At last when the time had come
    The shell had cracked up and split
    Out came a black little cuckoo
    Cooing and flapping helplessly.

    As he grew up into a young cuckoo
    A rather dark but beautiful one,
    He was neither coloured brightly like a peacock
    Nor had strong talons like an eagle.

    Papa cuckoo said he could never be famous until he soared high up
    Mama cuckoo asked him to dance when it rained
    They were too busy trying to make him an eagle or a peacock
    They couldn't realise all he wanted was to sing.

    The cuckoo started to wag his back whenever it rained
    And glided over the canopy all day long
    He forgot he loved to sing, and that he had to
    And so did his own chicks.

    The cuckoos that were born after, they never sang or cooed
    They were too busy training to glide and dance and what not
    The forest lost its natural sweet voice
    And no one could make out the forest from barren lands.

    It's never about what someone wants you to be
    But about what lies great inside of you, and what you wanna become
    See, a peacock can't coo
    Or an eagle can definitely not sing
    Be what you are, and show them
    What you can and will be.