Forgotten Promises
Hope,
A treacherous alibi to rely on
To see the days turning into night fall and
To get back with the Sun shining, up and high.
You live every day clinging onto that very hope.
Hope that keeps your heart beating and
Your soul reaping those tiny bits of
Expectations,
That you call hope.
Distance
Rips you farther apart and yet,
That one hope keeps that
Wry smile on your dried and burnt lips
Constant.
Voice,
Like a 24x7 ticking clock
That turns into screams in my head,
Every now and then
Like a reminder alarm of him being around;
Until I press that snooze button giving
A plethora of fake calms and soothe.
Patience,
Why is it necessarily associated with a woman?
From whom the society expects
Poise and a decent gesture
That suffocates and chokes her
And forces her to stand before that abyss
Of infinite heartbreaks and oblivion!
It's her responsibility to go against herself and
Take the right decision
Knowing how wrong it is for her.
Yet, she lives to strive to be perfect
And locks her soul in that wooden, heartless box
Of ever-longing pain and agony, and smiles.
Righteousness,
A burden that comes wrapped in a silver paper
With a pretty bow attached,
With age.
One that makes you proud for owning it once
While breaks you into a hundred pieces the next moment
'Coz you're rationally incapable of exchanging the gift
With a fancier trait.
Time,
A constant reminder of all those things
You want to have but can't.
You could have had but
Righteousness took them away
And you should have but
Your soul is too weak and moral to ask for!
Your heart beats faster everytime
The phone screen lights up and leaves a notification.
It skips a beat while you graze the surface
With your finger tip and it unlocks.
You expect miracles to happen
And you constantly console yourself
Saying magic exists somewhere in the world.
Yet it's a mere 'Hi' and nothing more.
Yet it's the mere usual amidst all your unusuals.
Restlessness,
A trait you're trained to curb with
All your other fake emotions
That aren't intense enough to shock the onlooker.
You constantly fight battles with
Your inner and outer self;
Where you're the winner and loser, both.
Promise,
The heaviest word composed with
The most gentle emotions attached.
A word that binds 'Hope', 'Expectations' and 'Trust'
And ties the final knot with 'Patience'!
Yet the most fragile word that
Explodes all the other words
Into fragments and leaves an indelible mark
Like one that adorns that once broken
Crystal showpiece, now skilfully glued yet abandoned
Bearing a wreath of dust, studded with memories and promises,
In your attic.
After all it's a world that runs on, 'No Strings Attached'!
:)
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