The realist in me may not desire to express
but my inner voice speaks volumes of your
niceness, of your fervor and spontaneity.
The realist in me may not wonder or wander
romantically but my soul feels happy to be
nurtured by your passionately loving nature.
The realist in me feels grateful that even after
being at odds with each other, you my mate, are
ready to give me my own space and comfort.
The realist in me may not say this time and again
but you matter, your entirety matters, your presence
sure does, and so does this love that we call ours.
I want you to know that it really hurts me when you’re sad. I can’t go to the roots of your emotions and cure them which makes me feel helpless, hopeless, and pathetic even. I know life’s treating you bad and you have had to go through so many tests, time and again. But, I request you to not let the despair consume you so much that you lose yourself in this journey.
I should have been a support all this while but when I see you suffering – I break into pieces. And, when I reach out to you, I cannot assure you well that things will be fine because I myself am not whole. My voice quivers even before I can say anything.
I don’t know what time shall bring forth but I want you to believe that there’s goodness hidden in every despair. I want you to believe that life’s testing you again and you shall come out with flying colors. I want you to know that no matter what happens there are people who love you and look up to you. I want you to know that you brighten the lives of many people with your smile.
I also want you to know that I will be there whenever you need me to help you carry that baggage. To listen to all your pain and to give you a shoulder whenever you need to shed some tears.
Okay, you can go for today; remember to
return like the sunshine or rain tomorrow.
Brace it with all your might my friend
life will give you both joy and sorrow.
But, I will be there to walk with you
no matter how heavy or light it feels
we will cry together in hard times
and laugh hard at cheap thrills.
I was moving between
one empty passage to another
and I found you to be
doing just the same.
When the emptiness
transformed into conversations,
laughter, and sharing,
the emptiness, I could not blame.