poetry

How to Handle a Heartbreak

And they will tell you
There are a million things worse than heartbreak
They will tell you, how the right one
Will make it seem destined
How your heart will leap
Your soul will dance

But, you have felt all that
Haven’t you
In detail,
Every pause, every exclamation
You have marveled
How universe conspires
To bring people together
How it all makes sense
And that is why it hurts
So horribly
When they leave
It crushes your soul,
It’s as if a herd of elephants is trampling on you
So powerless,
The left part of your chest hurts
Someone is dragging him away from you
Your cruising heart doesn’t race anymore
The blood just lifelessly moves in your body

Heartbreak is like a mirror maze
Just when you think you find your way out
You run straight,
Crash land, face first
All that separates you and them is that piece of glass
You scream you extend your arms
They only see themselves.
It’s a mirror isn’t it

You wait for them
To come back and say it was all a prank
But what gives,
You see her coming towards him,
He is going away from you

I am not going to tell you
Move on
Let it go
It’s the past

No! No!

You can’t.
Your heart is broken for God’s sake
So numb, so lifeless
So delicate
Almost dead.

No, No

Listen to me
Sit on the bathroom floor
Strip yourself
Completely
Under the cold shower
Embrace the pain
Scream, weep
Hold yourself
For God’s sake burn
Be destroyed for once
Stop pretending to be okay.

Get out then,
Go back to your art
Paint, draw, write, sing
Dance or run
Sweat it out
Pour it out
Not to your office!
Not to the rebound
Absolutely not to the one that broke you

Let your canvases be black
Maroon, grey
For as long as they can
Throw colors at it
Let your poems be as miserable
Compare them to the sun and moon
And everything that your world revolves around
Write stories
Kill all of them on the paper
Kill yourself on the paper
Scribble till the ink runs out
And your hands give up
Then, one day,
Your heartbreak will seem like a mere human,
No more analogies
No more colors

You will notice how your art
Transforms into you,
Your colors,
Your genres
And to butterflies and cold winters
Hopeful summers
Travel stories
And your symphonies
A successful marathon
Or a masterpiece

Your pain is powerful
Let it consume you
Because when it leaves and believe me,
It will,
You will know what a gift life is
And you will heal
Your smile will be real
A little brighter
Much broader,
And they will tell you
There are a million things worse than heartbreak
Don’t believe them.

 

 

 

poetry

Flatline

Healing happens in waves
Voids don’t fill so easy; and
Homes aren’t rebuilt in a day

Strangers come, strangers go
Conversations and laughter
Don’t numb the radio silence
And the sound of static
Emotion canvas
Painted in black
No edges, no shades
None of the contours

Staring out of the window
Our eyes meet but
My soul doesn’t speak
Dormant, docile
Afraid to be hurt again
Wounds that still bleed
Empty breaths

Every morning
Brings the same sunrise
North wind that brings winter
Three seasons go by
Days change as the pages
In a calendar
With every hour, I feel lesser
Afraid to die
On the Inside
Cancer of the emotions
Takes every little feeling away

Hugs, kisses
Warmth and cuddles
Sex and human touch
As if to bring to life
For a brief second, only
To send it back to the same flatline

Faking happiness at Happy Hours
Not knowing where’d you rather be
I guess it’s like I say,
Healing happens in waves
Voids don’t fill so easy; and
Homes aren’t rebuilt in a day