Heart-ache.

When We Break!

When we break,

And our hearts ache,

Why don't people think

Without a blink,

That it needs care,

Just like the other repair?

Like you break your leg,

And then go to the med,

To get plastered,

And advised rest?

Does it click?

That heart is also a tissue,

And it might need repair,

And that it's totally fair?

Often we under-estimate,

That which gives us this life,

And don't try to emancipate,

And treat it right.

Regret or Forget?

Though I could have chosen to regret,

I chose to forgive and forget,

Things and places,

Names and spaces,

That were once our 'adda',

Now are no more than old data.

When someone with my name appears,

Does it pinch your heart?

While interacting with them,

Does it feel like you want to depart?

A flash of that face,

And some mistakes,

The bitter words,

That were uttered,

The fights,

To have rights,

The Love,

Passionate enough,

But could not hold the bond,

Because it was tough.

Let's find beauty.

To see beauty in depths,

To discover love in pain,

To look at someone and think,

For once, beyond petty gain.

I agree there is much substance,

In all those fighting to survive,

And every day facing the trials,

But not giving up upright.

What would our world look like,

Ever wondered when alone,

If we all credited each other,

For the skills we hone?

A beautiful atmosphere,

A significant presence,

A complemented existence,

Is what we would create,

Only if we stopped to hate.