Autumn and the end.

But honey, we were one of a kind. 

And it broke my heart too, you know. The way you and I parted, the end was in a way we dreaded the most. 

We both knew how it was going to be when we first met. We took our chances, we laughed, we cried, we supported each other. How in the world could we think of breaking each other?

Few days back I was standing near the Mughal road, waiting for my cab, and I remembered how you used to pick me up, and take me to our place, our neverland. And without any particular motive, just like that , I started waiting for you. Waiting for you to take me back to our neverland, waiting for you to mend our relationship, waiting for you to be my knight in shining armour riding in his Rover, taking me away from all the sorrows. 

Suddenly, the gush of blowing air twirled into my hair, and played with the trees. 

The leaves started falling down in no particular pattern. The wind blew, the leaves flew, and I realised how beautiful the weather was turning into, beautiful unlike the strangled thoughts. 

It was an end for the withered leaves, for the beautiful petals that blew away in the fall. 

For my end, the way We threw ourselves away from all.

I realised we didn't have to be bitter about it, about us. We could create our new neverland, after all Peter pan and Tinker Bell have a lot of pixie dust, and a lot of spare space.

The Autumn and the fall taught me endings can be beautiful too and that me without you can live too. 

The fall taught me, endings can spread a little pixie dust too. 

Do you?

The random sadness in those heavenly eyes,
Have you seen them, have you felt it?
The pain that heart bears on hearing those lies,
Have you heard them, have you cried?
The screams that were held up inside the lips,
Never came out as an oblivious bliss,
Do you recognise them,
Do you heal?
The bruises that emotional abuse put in soul,
Does your naked eye show it to you?
The rate of heartbeat that increases each time,
Do you feel the fear instilled in the rhyme?
The demon clutching the optimist within,
Do you hear the growl, do you let it in?
With every spoken word and unspoken judgement,
Do you you see the the cracks, do you let it overtake?
With every every breath, that I didn't want to take,
Do you see me shake, do you see me break?

Death.

And unlike you, I've seen death.
Not only of the people I love, or the places I've been in, not of the soul that I once had, or the conscience that is killed,
I've seen death dressed as a burial book that many have tasted and few lasted.
I've seen death as a human, beautiful enough to make your heart skip a beat.
I've seen death when I met them both simultaneously.
Deception of the world, of not knowing them too well. I think I lost a lover, I had in my head.
Every now and then, I taste deaths trap. Every now and then defeat it to fight back.
I've seen death as a society,
Always telling the 'dos and don'ts'.
I've seen death in molesters, always raping my dreams.
I've seen them when I met them both simultaneously.
What to do, what not to do, my rebellious self never agreed to them.
Every now and then, I taste the deaths trap.
Every now and then, I defeat it to fight back.
I've seen death in the face of my family since emotional abuse became a thing.
I've seen death in my friends, when from family they turned to foes.
I've seen death when I met them simultaneously.
Ever since my birth I've had them close, but with selfish issues, they got pushed away.
Emotional abuse they give in, maybe one day for me to reciprocate.
Every now and then I taste the deaths trap.
Every now and then defeat it to fight back.
I've seen and felt death everywhere except my serene self.
The death, it never resided in me,
Too much courage pushed it away.