Move on. .

They say it benefits you to leave the people who bring you down and contribute more tears in your life than smiles; behind. But nobody talks of the people who do bring you tears and leave your heart broken for various unimportant reasons but cannot be left behind no matter how much you try. Our minds don’t always agree with what we emotionally go through and yes I bet everyone would agree that there are people in our lives whom we hate to love, who make our lives miserable, who incredibly bring us down but whatever may it be, cannot be left behind.
Even when you make up your mind to leave them, to move on and finally have peace. The peace is temporary and after few days or maybe weeks you realize your love for that person over weighs the feeling of resent. And you find yourself going back to them, or maybe occasionally they apologize.
Whichever the situation is, you find yourself living the ordeal all over again. Even though you know the drill, it hurts equally this time too. I am not sure if I’ll never understand this self-destructive human behavior.  I've gone through it many times and so have various other people I know.
I don’t know where is this going and I also don’t know if it is possible to be strong enough to actually leave those people behind and have a great life.
I know somewhere in this lies some moral, am just too ignorant to make it out right now. So I’d just hope anybody, who by change stumbles into my blog and reads this would find the message. (I am absolutely sure nobody reads my blog, so maybe nobody will.)
Anyways, maybe it’s just the fear which holds us back, and why we can’t leave them behind and just go ahead and live our lives. Fear; not of not finding another friend like them or not being happy ever without them but the fear that they would never be the same without us, they wouldn't find another person like us. And believe me no matter how mean the world gets there would always be people like those, people for whom the last thing on earth would be to make anybody’s life miserable.

Last Smile and Adieu.

Life is mysterious and to unravel the mystery for the sheer pleasure of it is what gives it meaning. Taking things and people at face value is not only shallow but also foolish, when you can get more why be content with less, in other words why judge something/somebody without untangling their mystery. Idk if this is related or not, but somehow or the other life is woven in such wonderful coincidences that every other lose thread interlinks itself to somebody or someone in such a way that it leaves us in amazement. Since this morning I badly want to write a poem with the title “Last smile and adieu”, unlike a person who told me that we write a poem first then think of the title, I get the title first and then write the poem. Well, I guess people have different ways.  Yes so I want to write but then the words have not come to me yet. The words do come automatically; it’s almost a single thread of thoughts punctuated at places. This is dedicated to two people- their make-the-heart-skip-a-beat smile and to the awareness that neither of them is within my reach because some dreams are never meant to be true.

I lie awake, silent night

Listening to the much noisy rain,

Pouring in, wiping out the memories of my pain.

But it sure left behind,Some bitter sweet pictures of the time,

Of that perfect day, now too good to be true,

When you smiled your last smile, I heard, adieu.

 Standing at a distance but there are no boundaries of the heart,

Time stopped, people went away Now what can keep us apart?

Soaking in your lingering eyes I managed to take my cue,

And I turned around and saw your last smile and thought, adieu.

 Wide eyed, wide awake still listening to the rain

Could he see this unspeakable pleasure is driving me insane?

And then I drifted back to sleep and dreamt of you,

Of your last teasing smile, meaning adieu.

 Unsolved complexities, imagining possibilities, today I recall your smile,

Reconstructing something which has been lost, after a long while.

Trying to think of another meaning, asking if I’m as indecisive as you

I sink back to your almost-a-laugh-smile and the mystery behind adieu. 

I wonder if you still wait, remember the smile which I reciprocate,

Re-live the story of us, in another way

And think in the end, you should’ve had your say.

If that, then I must tell you this,

A smile is preferred to word amiss.

Our ruin to my heart when I did sew

,I watch the grey sky turn blue

And It’d forever remind me of our Last smile and adieu.