What Did You Outgrow ?

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.

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An intense grip!

Not having met you Never made me feel empty, But having met you Makes me feel weak, Not that I can't survive, But it's a struggle of not wanting to, A struggle of knowing All that should be known, And yet unable to Hold back from the unknown, A dying sense of urgency Although there is none in the vicinity, A profound feeling of having found A feeling so intense That it just couldn't be spent Even after exhausting every cent.

A Recovering Heart !

Safe Is Just A Word! It's safe to say I am fine , Till no one looks into my mind, For once you take a look closer, You won't think that I am sober, Silence is a language in itself, Something I discovered very late, I wish I had known that earlier, Maybe my peace wouldn't have to wait, What's bygone is okay, What remains is pretty, What it was is a mystery, But what it's becoming, Will surely be history, True love doesn't leave, Neither does it stay, It accommodates to a relationship, Till the people in it slay. Only If We Could See Things Coming ! To see things coming Is a matter of luck, When you can't see On a human plane it sucks To remain prepared Is what we would want, To balance the present Might miss out on the round We fight, we clamor, We plead, we worry, We curse, we wish But after all this, We forget, That's it's a lesson, Not to regret. You or Animals ? The line between...

Mistakes.

A question has been Haunting me Of rights and wrongs, Asking me with bland eyes To figure out the wants, I held to this thought For very long, Having been taught That lesser the mistakes Better the stakes, What I seem to have learnt Is that the more the score Of your mistakes The greater the chances Of knowing what it takes, The lesser you commit mistakes The fewer the opportunities And smaller the gates.

Girlishly

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