THE POINT

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“A Satirical Tale about the Point whence I stopped believing in Eternal Love”

I am tired of pleading people to love me,

The realisation that my real self does not interest them,

has finally dawned on me.

All I want right now is for all these men;

to let me be.

I tried loving once,

it was a puppy love, the kind you fall in at school,

it seemed so pure and true.

It ended when I realised that he was a dunce,

Besides me, there were three others in the lieu.

Oh the perils of love!!

Never will I love again, I took an oath that day;

but then time passes and things tend to change,

And I wasn’t able to keep things at bay.

I fell in love again, the shock came,

when I read his status on facebook one day,

stating he was gay.

He ended things on this note with me;

how cruel and deceptive can this world be,

I realised to my utter dismay.

No! No! No! I absolutely won’t love again,

I kept reminding myself after this instance,

as I fought with the pain.

But God’s work was not over with me,

and love crept up yet again;

My resistance, well, it was all in vain.

To this man I gave my all,

In hopes that he might stay;

it all ended in a debacle,

as another woman made his attention stray away,

so its obvious I had to leave him anyway.

I grew up with time,

All these love flings, I felt, were lessons of life.

I was in search for stability when I stumbled upon a person,

who I felt would be, worth the while.

I was happy and felt wanted,

after years of yearning;

But I guess I should have known better,

after all the years of learning.

His confusion and instable mind,

unnerved me to no extent.

I knew I was a prize,

At the end’ I had to quit;

I couldn’t stay with someone,

unsure about me.

I had finally decided I won’t look back,

then a person came and tried to heal me.

Heaven knows he was shattered more than me,

yet he made me laugh and smile.

He reasoned with his tact,

I knew he wasn’t over his latter love;

As he tried to rescue me I could sense his broken heart,

He needed the healing more than I did.

Despite having read it all,

I fell for him without refrain;

I tried hard not to but he had me chained.

I was shackled in his snares but this time round,

I knew better than to share.

This was the POINT, where come what may;

I knew I won’t love someone who treated me as a second choice,

someone with whom my inner self I couldn’t bare.

The point at which I could tolerate the ignorance,

bear the pain of separation, miss my whole existence,

but bowing down to someone who didn’t care

was worse than the pain of the cold shoulders and angry glares.

It was the point when I wanted to be with someone,

not for the avarice but for the romance;

Someone who would love my actual soul and not the facades I wear on a daily roll,

Someone who had the balls to accept me and never be deceitful towards me on the whole.

It was the point whence I knew without err that if a man couldn’t handle me,

fair and square,

then he didn’t deserve me at all.

My tryst with myself would continue for a lifetime,

even if such a man did not come my way,

this I forswear.

All Rights Reserved. Vanya Rajwar.

The Soul’s Urge©|2018

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CONFLICT

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“A Tale of the Heart versus the Mind”

You are my first thought in the morning and the last one at night.

 It brightens my day, bringing a blushing smile on my face

and

fills me with warmth, in the dark,  trying to lull me to a peaceful sleep.

Many nights I don’t want to close my eyes because I can feel your arms around me.

My mind knows its an illusion but even then the heart is scared to lose the warmth, so it clings on,

 refusing to embrace the astral darkness. 

There are mornings when I don’t want to open my eyes because I can feel your presence beside me.

My mind imagined you with me as we roamed around in my dreamland

but

then the heart is afraid that the dream will break as it knows you won’t be there when I wake up to the new day.

This fight goes on forever, the mind wins some days

and

the heart takes over many nights,

It is my soul that never finds peace, due to the eternal CONFLICT.

 

All Rights Reserved. Vanya Rajwar.

The Soul’s Urge©|2018

 

 

LOST VIBES

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“A Tale of Changing Emotions”

I kept overthinking and reminiscing,

I could sense the bond was missing.

I know that neither of us was at fault;

It was just the VIBES that were LOST.

There was a time when you cared for me,

You tried to understand me, I could see.

Even I wanted to delve deeper into your inner self

but I never got a chance;

as somewhere along the line the connection got ruined.

I had felt a passion like never before,

The rush of tears speak of the intensity furthermore.

The feeling that I had finally found eternal bliss,

Faded away suddenly and I could feel my entirety go amiss.

It is not my pride that refuses to make amends,

Nor is it your ego that is to be blamed;

For you the situations and emotions changed,

brutal honesty was all that was required as I am done with the chases;

Too bruised by a lifetime of experiences to try yet again.

I will always be grateful to you for rescuing me,

it was the first time someone wanted to save me.

You mirrored my soul,

I could sense its depth resonating in you.

Someday the vibes might return,

till then time will heal our minds and souls;

And even if they don’t I will always be thankful to you.

 

 

All Rights Reserved. Vanya Rajwar.

The Soul’s Urge©|2018

 

 

ENGRAVED

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“A Tale of Love and Longing under the Night Sky”

Lying on the terrace, staring at the night sky wearing a velvety blanket of stars;

I could sense you in its depth.

The serenity it gave me reminded me of the feeling of warmth you give me,

like a cheerful fire burning in the hearth on a dreary winter evening.

As the time lapsed I realised,

you  had mystically engraved and embellished yourself on not just my body but also my soul.

Suddenly the gentle summer breeze blew upon my skin,

it was akin to your arms cajoling me and lulled me to sleep.

By this juncture you were etched upon my mind and heart;

a warm presence even in the cold wilderness of the astral realm of my lucid dreams.

 

 

All Rights Reserved. Vanya Rajwar.

The Soul’s Urge©|2018

FOREVERMORE

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“A Tale of Long Distance Yearnings”

I crave for you like manna from heaven.

For me you are the personification of the seven deadly sins and I am trapped in your snares.

I have delved in way too deep despite knowing its an illusion.

In trying to break free, I get entangled even more.

My whole existence yearns for you.

I have felt your presence touching and claiming me as yours.

It was all a game of the mind that seemed so surreal.

The constant longing for an ethereal union whence I would be screaming your name as you rip me apart marking me as your territory.

The intensity of this wild desire is too vicious and lethal for any to fathom.

The blanket muffles my cries when I call out your name pleading you to get out of my head.

Lying helpless, staring at the ceiling, choking as the tears trickle down and dampen the pillows.

My attempt to restrain these impulses is futile as the ardour only intensifies.

I am a mess and my mind is in chaos.

I refuse to admit it but I have let the wilderness blossom and it lingers on my body and stings my soul.

Pushing you away only ignites the passion furthermore.

There seems to be no end to this burning urge till you come to satisfy it forevermore.

 

 

 

All Rights Reserved. Vanya Rajwar.

The Soul’s Urge©|2018