Love That Sees No Perfect

I've fallen in love again
That day started just like any other day
There was nothing special about it. Nothing unique.
I didn't wake up with the feeling that something big is about to happen today.
I wasn't in the best shape of my life, I wasn't wearing the "good" clothes that I own. My hair was a mess and I woke up so damn late.
It was raining and dark and my car broke down in the middle of the road.
At the end of this day, like any other, there was a person smiling at me, kissing the mess that I am.
It was then that I found my love.

Love made me realize, ideal is just a myth.
Love knows no perfect, no absolute.
Love, MY love, likes imperfections.

Memories Repeat

I've seen him there, just where he was a year ago and the year before that...
I've seen him walking down an empty lane, smiling at me
I've seen him in front of me so many times, kissing me at the very same spot, again and again.
The same person, the same moment repeating... And then he stops.
Suddenly I don't see him.
I see only myself, sitting at the same spot I sat a year ago and the year before that.
I see myself crying and hurt and digging a hole in my chest to find that one speck of love for him.

I've seen him HERE again, just as I have been for the past year. And I'm glad to say,
Today was the day I closed my eyes.

Seeing Him Again

In this room, with chairs facing the other side, and selfish faces talking
I see the man I love from across the room.
And all I do is stare at the unfamiliar face of a happy man, who sits opposite a happy woman who isn't me.
My hands are shaking, my legs have frozen and my eyes well with tears as my food gets cold.

What would have been if he saw me, will he walk up to me as he lays his eyes on me or will he ignore my gaze.

With this thought, I look around to see those thousands of faces.. wondering if they are looking at him too.
Looking at him the way I am and like the woman he's smiling at.

Just the way someone who loves you would look at you

Spectacles

I wear my spectacles everyday and everyday I see things differently
I see the bitterness in words, the fakeness in laugh and wrecked in relationships.
I think, I think too much. Observing has become my hobby. I think there is so much hate in the world, that it is almost impossible to stay positive.
But before this, things were simple when these spectacles I never wore. When things were happy with not the weight of the world on my nose.

Peace,
Muskan💓💓💓

Love, Lust and Fights

Love, lust and fights

What a crime

They hurt the most but I still smile.

They give the scars you never see and leave things broken beyond repair.

You fear things, the doubt is always there just like the shadow on a sunny day.

The pain in the chest grows bigger every second,

You be there not, the tears still fall.

It is the magic that touches like spines,

The pillow of sacrifice that I sleep on, every night.

You see, and I bet I look okay, because

Love, lust, fights

What a crime

The hurt the most, but still I smile.

Peace,
Muskan 💗💗💗

The Lost Home

The street light flickers and blinds me for a second. Suddenly all the bugs surround me and I feel the need to use my tail to get rid of pests. But this isn’t helping a lot. My paws and chest are covered in dirty water which makes my skin itchy and ticks attract me. My stomach grumbles and the image of the closed dumpster, because of the rain, comes to mind, my only is guess I wouldn’t be having supper today. The noises of other dogs fighting surrounds the narrow street. I had recently got some fresh wounds, with courtesy of the street fighters. Five years ago, I wouldn’t have seen myself in this situation. I got left on the street. Maybe it was because I had three legs, or maybe because I turned ‘too’ old. I still remember her patting my head, rubbing my ears and her sitting on me, I know she would come back. I know she misses me and would be thrilled to see me again. I limp my way back to the hiding and rest my eyes allowing myself to sleep with my lucid dream.

Peace,

Muskan💗💗💗

The Bird In A Cage

A poem on depression and loved ones not understanding the emotions of one. 
By Muskan Narang ( Sakshi – pen name)

I live in a cage ; all alone

Let my wings breathe

You see my tears as tears of joy

You feed me, so grateful I am, but do you even ask what I am hungry for?

Your love is like the branch of a tree, but inside, you are hollow.

You play with me like a kid’s toy and talk to me as I am listening.

But the truth is, my story seems sadder as,

I live in a cage ; all alone

Let my wings breathe.

I live in a cage ; all alone

Let my wings breathe

Here the walls thicken with every breath and I wonder when I won’t be able to breathe anymore.

Here darkness and sadness swallow me and sickness does no harm, because I already have a hole in my heart.

I smile to show you, while inside everything hurts.

You see me, you judge me, I am happy. But am I ?

I live in a cage; all  alone

Let my wings breathe

I live in a cage ; all alone .

Let my wings breathe.

It is pitch black here.

I shout but no one listens and who cares?

I drink my tears as you tell me to live with it.

Don’t you see I’m drowning and I am already neck deep.

I stay in silence, all alone because your words and you mean nothing to me.

My feelings, I can’t get out, doesn’t mean I don’t have any.

You tell me I did this to myself, Are you human or just a piece of meat?

Let the bird come out once again or you will never hear her sing.

Let the bird come out once again, as she is in a cage; all alone. Let her wings breathe.

I live in a cage; all alone

Let my wings breathe.

You paint my cage every now and then and put in gold accessories. But you don’t touch me, kiss me and tell  me you love me.

This is just a phase, they say

But Alas! I have been thinking this since I entered this grave.

Now the only hour I will see the sun is when I die and the cage is ready for another one.....

I live in a cage; all alone

 Let my wings breathe.

Peace,

Muskan💗💗💗