My Story!

I'm sorry if it's your story she said.But I am happy it's my story I replied.I am happy for the good thing I have learnt in my life.Though not easy,sometimes you need to let things go the way they follow and you need to let people go too.It doesn't matter how hard you try making your story a beautiful fairy tale.Some stories are destined to emerge as "My story" despite your assiduous efforts to make them "Our Story".You just can't do anything but simply accept.Embrace the pain.For how long,you also don't know.Maybe for months,years or forever,who knows.Irony is when "We" didn't exist forever as thought,why should this pain exist forever.No answers to this.

I love my story for I chose to make one.I gave my best to make this dream come true.Unfortunately,I couldn't realize it all alone.Our Story requires a second hand too.Not sure,maybe here my story took twists and turns.As a nice quote says "Some people are going to leave,but that's not the end of your story.That's the end of their part in your story".Hence,my story goes on...

Your story seems really interesting.I would like to listen to it sometime,he said at the coffee table.It's a long story Dude,won't finish here I replied.Amazingly,everything does end leaving tales behind.I am glad I have long tales to share.

There are few who already know my story and have seen me going through all the times.Some gave their ears to it while few others didn't ever mind.It's okay I said. I've grown more stable and there's nothing wrong in expecting a fable.This is how I have a story "My story".

                                                                                                             ~Yashna Sharma

                                                                                                               (7th Aug '15)

I Am Here And I'm Waiting!

I am here and I'm waiting, he used to say,

Left me broken and went away.

Unknown pain embraced me like never before,

Shattered into pieces on the marble floor.

From where to start and where to end,

In front of my friends what I'll pretend.

I am with him or without,

Still into his life or out.

Once who was my whole life,

With him encountered such a strife.

That I didn't remain me,

Forever broken were we.

He had to fly, couldn't stay,

For our future,only God could pray.

He said he needs to re plan his own life,

For an easy one,would now look for a doctor wife.

Poor me was all the way ready to settle with him,

Once he was gone,a sea of miseries for me to drown or swim.

Which path to follow, whose hand to hold,

No plan works, when destinies unfold.

Had dreamt of being together with him some day,

Recently got to know, he got his new girl by the way.

When he left ,I remember we ended on a happy note,

He would not look back ever,I never thought.

The time he was struggling, I always stood by his side,

Once he was done with me,nothing I could do, but cried.

We used to be in each others joys n sorrows,

Gathered immense confidence for the coming tomorrows.

Didn't use to fight on cranky issues like other couples,

In the li'l time we got together, used to enjoy romantic tuples.

Never ever imagined, We could part our lives,

Never let long distance too...to creep in our emotional drives.

Our friends just used to say we are the ideal ones,

In response to this,used to blush a thousand tons.

But now accepting this is fate and grim,

I miss the feel of being in love..not him.

                                                                 ~Yashna Sharma

                                                                   (31st July '15)

I Wander!

In the search for light,
All alone I wander.
Folks call me crap,
Don't care when they slander.
I travel,I dream,I dance with zeal,
And I sing my song.
To know how much I would relish this,
Have already taken so long.
Its my choice or acceptance,don't know,
But damn sure,I'm loving this flow.
Still loads to deal with ambivalence and mood swings,
Truly wish..Nature gives enough courage to my fledgling wings.

In solitude I realized,I have found the grace,

Where I'm attached to nothing,of sadness..found no trace.
A world I always dreamt of..I'm glad,I'm already in,
My dearies accept me full-heartedly,with my virtue and sin. 
No wonder I am alone,I am liberated too,
My world has expanded,not restricted to a limited few.
Unconstrained,emancipated,can look beyond the horizon,
Really mean it,this is for me,much more than a benison.

                                                                           ~Yashna Sharma
                                                                             (28th July '15)

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