Friends ? Family ? No, Clan!

The ones who accept
The dirt and the guilt,
The gift and the built,
The pain and the rain,
The past and the cast,
The beauty and the duty.

I have been confused
For long,
Thinking family was blood
And that is where
I belonged.

It seems,
Finally the bubble has burst,
And has quenched my thirst.

It's difficult to put in words,
Still I will try,
Not for myself but for the ones
That deserve to be told,
About how beautifully they unfold
The truth about love and life,
While I watch awed,
Not ready to believe.

Blood can only tell
Where you come from,
Because you never
Get a choice,
But what you call family,
Is surely the people
In whom you rejoice.

The ones who don't
Give up on you,
Even when you yourself do.

These are the gems
To be held close and tight,
It's because of them
That you lose your fright.

They clear the dust
From your eyes,
To make you see
The beauty within,
That lies.

How incomplete our existence
Would be,
To never have experienced friendships
And what they could be.

They are the perfect clan
To die for,
And the best plan
To live for.

Comments

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.

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.

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

Girlishly

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