Girlishly

We all outgrow somethings, Sometimes our homes, Sometimes ourselves, Sometimes old mates, Sometimes the wreck, Sometimes brown woods, Sometimes green grass, Sometimes our uniforms, Sometimes our pencils. Where do we move After the growing, I guess that's what We should be knowing, Is it to the bricks and mortar, Or to the love affair Or to the World so blue, That our eyes stay glued ? Feeling the new emotions, Diving into those depths, Looking into the future, While going through transitions, Way too much load in growing up, And giving ourselves a label To fit and become likable, We lose and then find the essence, That we hold In our soul, To live fully and experience That which world has to offer, Not merely as a gift, Rather an intense call, To give it our all.

 Who's a Stranger ? The so-called strangers, Who enter our world, To give us a hand, From their life's strand. They seem like wizards, With those magic frosts, Working on you, When you are busy being lost. I look at them with a curious eye, A frightened stare, But merely fright, Amusement I sense, Though I put up my defense, Unable to figure out, Should I take offence. It takes time to put down that shield, Before they can make me yield, Once the bond is formed, It keeps my heart warm, And also well informed, That humanity is alive ! Friends, as you call them ! Who's a friend Deeply I ponder, Then with a smile I remember. Like a treasure Beneath this Earth Like a river With its curves Like our hearts Full of love Like our souls Full of search. What do I call ? A soul mate ? A partner ? Or simply a friend ? Maybe what's more important is, That we be together till the end :) Do we

Are we destined, Like does it matter, Like if you think carefully, Does anything really matter ? So many questions, So many doubts, Sometimes we call them insecurities, Sometimes they look like anxieties, Though I have a feeling, That it's nothing more than this fear, Of losing someone who is near. Firstly, breaking the shackles, The barriers of our own mind, Then comes a time to be kind, And take care of the hurricanes, That in our homes occur, If a word against their will we were to utter. Making decisions, And staying confused, We believe in our strengths, And also the emotions attached, But, as the reality confronts, And a recap of promises happens, Thrown are we off the balance, Because our mind and heart differs. How convenient it would have been, Had we fed ourselves, And clothed our needs, Unfortunately, Dependence we are gifted, By nature at its best, And then we choose Independence, To deliver t

The measures that we take, To protect ourselves From the heart-break, The extent to which we go, To save ourselves From the hurt we already know, Amuse me and make me wonder, Is it all really a blunder ? Like, Few moments of laughter, Few moments of pain, Few moments of respect, Few moments of trust, Few moments of love, To end curled up, With our own selves, And the hurt. Why do we experiment, Why take these chances, Why do we get attached, Why we get attracted, Beyond the mediocre longings, And the upbringing, Why can't we step back, And simply stay at the shore, Why lose ourselves and explore.

Or you fool ? Why do you look down On the partner, To whom you belong, For petty pleasures Of the mind, That could ruin you And leave you un-destined. Does the moment  Take you away, Or is it the other's way, Or is it simply, A character trait, With which you were born, And so you are this way. Do you ever realize, When you make your mate Look like a fool, That what you are exactly doing, Is creating a void, An emptiness so heavy, That would get you Nothing but lonely. Why do you take advantage, Of the for-grantedness, Of their kindness, Thinking they are weak, Why not treasure, Cause what you have is rare, And it's unfair, Not for them but for you too, To give away, What took you energy, Beyond any other day. Do consider them, When they are nearby, When they still care, When you still have a chance, For after a while, All you will be left with, Would be, No luck even by chance.