She left

Today she left.
She kept rambling about how he is never there for her anymore. How he doesn’t have time to go for long walks holding hands and return through the park from the movies talking about a possible sequel. How he doesn’t stare at her like the old days, when once he ran into a pole while chatting with her on the phone. How he doesn’t dance with her under the rain anymore, without paying any heed towards the passersby. How she sacrificed her get-togethers with her girlfriends when they moved out of the city. Enough is enough.
He kept quiet. He didn’t say how horrible are his colleagues and boss. How he isn’t even entitled to a sick leave. How impossible it felt to make the financial ends meet. How humiliated he felt when his parents told him off at a family function for marrying a girl of a different caste. How it felt when he saw the dust and mud of the lawn among which he grew up, for the last time.

Today she left. And he didn’t say a single word. It would make her feel small.

The Pen

And you thought I’ll never pick up the pen, didn’t you?
You’re the only reason the words flowed through my hands?
You’re so wrong, there’s thousands of things that are already messed up,
You’re just a silicon in a world of only SiO2.

Well it’s true that your actions broke me into million pieces.
I still cannot forget what I saw through that window,
You’re the kind of material that a loser popularizes
In his memes, I should have known what you meant by “Let’s take things slow”.
I’m just a nerd and not a rich laid back snob,
I work hard till night in order to get a job.
And yes you were a chapter in my book of life,
But I don’t have a lot of money to throw to make you my wife.
You know they throw money at tramps in some parlors too,
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Missed you

I’m done

“I’m done.

I’m done trying to please you, trying to make you look at me.

I’m done trying to change myself into something that I’m not, so that I live up to your expectations, only for you to turn me down again.

I’m done looking at his medals and his trophy room.

You know, I had a similar room…in my heart…you were the only trophy there.

Yeah people don’t call me by my name when I walk down the street.

Unlike him I don’t even have a new car;

I can’t boast of you like he does nowadays,

Like you are some kind of a commodity that he won on a science fair.

They said you can’t buy love, but somehow he managed the impossible.

Or did he?

If you get the time, ask him what’s the colour of your eyes,

What’s your favourite shade of lipstick,

What’s your favourite kind of fries,

How you get carried away when you listen to old Bollywood songs,

How you became cold hearted when that last guy broke your heart into a million pieces.

I think we both know what his answer will be.

I found warmth in your cold heart by the way,

I mean it’s not fully cold yet…you could have been saved again.

But you chose not to.

I know,

One day you’ll walk down the aisle,

Your head will be on his chest when you dance.

But you know what,

They will play my songs at your wedding.

People will recognize the artist by my fake name, the name you once suggested I should use to publish anonymously.

Maybe you’ll hide your tears or rub it on his expensive suit.

Knowing you could have been immortal through my words, but you chose to be rich.

I’ll be there you know, to look at you one last time… and let my pain flow through my words…

But till then…

I’m done.”

-The unsuccessful introvert

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