What is grief?


Grief

What is it?

Grief is the swear word that comes out when nothing is okay

It is the scowl on your face, permanently etched, tightly knit eyebrows

It is the junk food you eat, hog, every night to tire your body into submission

It is the sleep which goes on all day, without the need to pee

It is the inability to move, react or say anything when the phone rings

It is in you, that empty feeling is what grief is

Looking into the outside world for validation is what grief is

Your grief, and mine

It is the end of a life, with days unlived, unsung and incomplete

It is the missing ‘I love you’ from the mouth of the person you love

His or her absence, the fear of losing is what grief is

It is the forced smile when someone greets you: Hey! how are you?

The silent nod of the head, knowing that no one wants to hear the answer

It’s in the realization that you have been grieving a long time,

A long time has gone by and you’ve always known

Your companion is grief.

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Its okay to be in love


Chasing your conscious thoughts, constantly

Aiming higher than before, as now you believe.

Its okay to be in love, once in a while

Maybe more than what others have, maybe less

But have some of it atleast

Passing the judgement loop, there is a field

Will it be the love you yearned for?

I do not know, its your adventure, you spin the story

Be in love, maybe get hurt or maybe not

Stinging tears of heartbreak, or warm tears of joy

Who knows what love stores for us

If we would just believe

Its okay to let yourself fall with the beliefe that someone will catch you down the dark cliff

Youll be someone’s harbour, their go-to person

You will make their day with your smile

Steps to loneliness


You never choose loneliness, but it chooses you

An endless instance of emptiness, a tardiness of wilful soul

Wanting to meet, forever holding back

Indecisiveness in you, frozen in time

Until time runs away, and you are alone.

They move on, build their castles, make memories, love people

You are single in bed, alone in bed, empty…in bed

Your day starts in the bed, you eat in the bed, no need to shower if you are in bed

It’s comfortable in bed. No rules in bed so you stay in bed.

The world moves on, the emptiness grows until it feels like a choice

Self-inflicted, self harm?

As the days go by, and not once did you hear your ring tone.

So you say that this is it

No more sadness when you leave, no one cares so it better be.

You will be serving a purpose, getting a ghostly complexion and an ass print on your mattress.