Girl you gotta let me go ...

The after effects of Politics exam :P hehehe.

Girl you gotta let me go,

I ain’t the one I know.

It’ll hurt but pain will fizzle out,

You’ll move on I have no doubt.

I don’t wanna be accused no more,

So, it’s time I be mature.

It’s time I put my dogmatic fences up again,

It’s time I be the cruel ‘I’ again.

They accuse me of playing with your heart,

Baby you gotta let me go,

I ain’t the one I know,

I don’t wanna be the bane of your past.

Baby they don’t know,

The battles I fight,

To delude myself

To never let ‘You’ and ‘I’ unite.

They think I’m conning you away,

From the bitter truth you should know,

Woe betide me if I make it fake,

I know the thwarted ‘we’ I would make.

Girl you gotta let me go,

I ain’t the one I know.

The Air and 'I'.

As soon as I got outta the examination hall, this is what came in my mind. hehehe!

I write in the air,
your name with my name,
the feelings I never told you,
the pain my unspoken feelings give,
the longing of my waiting,
the cravings of my unexplored desires,
all my prayers to blow away your troubles.

I write in the air,
all my hopes I hope.
The love letters I never wrote to you;
hoping, that one day,
this air may deliver them to you.

I paint in the air,
the smiles I don’t smile anymore,
the palace we once dreamed to have,
the heavenly garden of our imaginations,
the pictures of our unmade memories,
the colours I don’t possess anymore;
hoping, that one day,
the rainbows may colour my canvas.

I whisper in the air,
the confessions of my truths,
the silent cries of my nights,
the lyrics of my love poems,
written for you,
the confessions of my truths,
hoping, that one day,
you may hear them in howling winds.

I plant in the air,
the roses of my all seasons love;
hoping, that one season,
you may come back,
following, the scent of my untouched love.

I was nothing but his insecurity.

Another weak attempt guys. I didn't want to polish it to make it better than this. For reason being I don't like to edit anything that's coming straight from my mind without any pause. And this piece was a very fast slip of pen with no speed breaks. A little long, but I hope you guys enjoy reading it. Cheers! :)

There is a rigid distinction between the needs and wants. We all think we know that. For us its common sense to differentiate between needs and wants. But from what I’ve seen and experienced, differentiating between what you need and what you want is perhaps the most vexed issue. We seem to get muddled up with our understanding of our ‘needs’ and ‘wants’. It’s perhaps because our interpretations differ. It’s perhaps because there is so much to consider that at one point we give up and make our own personal interpretations. I’ve seen people wanting something badly but not needing it. I’ve seen people struggling to get what they need and giving up on what they want. Need is perhaps you have to fight for because you need it. And want is maybe opposite of it. One does fight to get what he/she wants but eventually raises the white flag if the battle goes on for too long.

I never understood how that happened. I never understood how one can figure out what they need and what they want. Not even when he told me how much he wanted me but can’t have me because I didn’t have what he needed. He loved me for my perfection. For him I was the most perfect girl. He loved me because I understood his ups and downs. He loved me because I was his best friend as well as his perfect lover. He always liked my scrupulous nature. I was extraordinarily special, he often said to me. But, when it came to have me for life he refused to have me. He refused to make me his life partner because I didn’t have what he needed in his life partner. And so he was compelled to ditch me. I tried to read in his eyes the answers of my whys? It hurt me terribly to see the desire of having me in his eyes. It hurt to see that he was ditching me even though he wanted me so much. Why? My silent cries asked. ‘I’m sorry’ was all he said and left.

Since he left I’ve been in the quest to know what was it that he needed but I didn’t have. I hated myself for not having what he needed. The feeling of rejection stabbed me every moment. Often I spent hours sitting in front of a mirror, looking at my reflection without blinking, trying to see what was lacking in me. My eyes burnt and the flood of tears would wash away the ashes. The deprivations I suffered left me lackadaisical. I, unintentionally, depersonalised myself.
Today I seen him after five years. Five whole years. Unaware of my presence he was busy talking to ‘her’ standing beside him. I looked at him closely. His body language was so smug. He seemed to be obtruding himself. My eyes turned to the centre of his attention. Who was she? I wondered. And it took me a moment to realise she was his ‘need’. She was what I wasn’t. I didn’t mean to despise her but she was nowhere near as good as me. He would definitely have made a better couple with me, I thought. But then, why was he standing beside her with so much pride? What was it in her? I tried to see. I wanted to get my answer today. I wanted to put myself out of this misery that haunted me for years. I wanted to know. And today I will know, I decided.

Surely she wasn’t as pretty as me. She didn’t have those blushing cheeks as me which he always admired. She didn’t have that grace in her style which he always liked in me. She didn’t have that magnet attraction which always attracted him towards me. She didn’t have that delicacy which he adored in me. She didn’t have anything I did. She was from nowhere better than me. Why? The question again echoed in me. And the realisation of my perfection lit the answer in my dark head. I could see it. I could see all that he needed and the answer made me laugh out loudly. His ears recognised my laughter, my musical laughter, as he used to praise it. He was nonplussed to see me standing in front him. Suddenly I felt so confident in myself. Looking at him in the eye with amusement made his ‘need’ scowl at me but I didn’t bother. I was too busy reading the same old ‘wanting to have me’ desire in his eyes. It pleased me to see the agony in his eyes. I smiled my best smile ever which always captivated him and my smile deepened when I seen the same old reaction on his face. He always kissed me every time I smiled. Ignoring the glowers of his ‘need’ I moved forward and embraced him. I could feel his craving to hold me. But for the first time ever I didn’t want his arms around me. I didn’t want him to hold me.

‘I’m glad you found what you needed,’ I whispered, ‘And I hope you feel secure.’ And the way his body stiffened in my embrace made me realise that I wasn’t wrong.

He needed security to satisfy his self obsession and surely that’s what she was giving him. She was his security. And the ‘I’ he wanted would’ve given him nothing but insecurity and his male obsession didn’t need that. I walked away leaving him and his ‘need’ stunned and for the first time walking away from him extricated me from the dreariness of my haunted past. Deo Gratias.