Heartbreak

Bullet Holes In My Self Esteem
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Bullet Holes In My Self Esteem

Why does heartbreak decimate self esteem? Where does shame sit in this pain? Can we heal from it instead of escaping its lessons?

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A Space For Tears

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All The Things Hidden Inside ‘Okay’

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C for Crying
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C for Crying

I was going to slack off on C which is the real letter of today’s April A to Z Challenge. But then I read this and it pushed me to write what I did. Not even a tenth as good but it is poetry. — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — I stopped at 16 It was time to…

A Home For The Heartless
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A Home For The Heartless

Strangers are walking All over the space That I so lovingly built Inch by loving inch Minutes, hours and days of dreams And soap water and scrubbing And cleaning, folding and smoothing And filling with love and colour I’m standing on the outside, Clutching a bittersweet memory While inside, the…

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Braveheart

The Beatles sang, “All you need is love” and they may well have been right. In our increasingly urban world of nuclear families and zero work-life balance, the emotional support system of a loving, caring partner becomes even more important. Ironically, it seems like the demand for such a person…

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Reverb 10.24: Home

I’m back from a packed weekend with a number of intense experiences and I’m doing the next three prompts in a row so there’ll be patterns and repetition. Okay, you were warned. Here goes the first Reverb10 prompt. December 24 Prompt – Everything’s OK What was the best moment that…

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Reverb 10.21: Time Travel

I like this Reverb10 prompt. It reminds me of the start of a Richard Bach book I loved as a teenager – The Bridge Across Forever – where the author writes a letter to the boy he was. This is a letter to the future but I like the idea…

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Kite

In the midst of a crowd And imprisoned behind the bars of indifference You still reached out your heart to me Through the tiny windows of your eyes And in that look, that one look, I caught hold, swearing I wouldn’t let go Till I’d traced it to its source…

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Sieve

How difficult it is to love you And how easy it is to hurt you When my heart, All it is, is a sieve Shot with tiny holes, Nothing ever stays Will you?

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The Art Of Crying

I’m remembering the lost art of crying Of emotions being created in fine precision inside the heart Being borne up to their peak at the eyelids Rimming poised on the very brink And then running down One by perfect one Immaculately shaped, precisely timed droplets That don’t destroy their individual…

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The Girl At The Bus-Stop

I particularly remember the details of a particular journey. It stands out in the multitude of other daily routes and frequent destinations that would checker the rest of my working life. I used to take an AC bus to work each morning where I was spared of the usual Mumbai…

Subtle Hints
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Subtle Hints

“Trust me, please?” she says, sprinkling in yearning with a fine hand.He likes it mildly flavoured, not heavily spiced. “I trust you implicitly” he replies. And she wonders why that hurts worse. The heart, little glass charm, strung up inside body of dust.It scratches, chips, it even crumbles but it…

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Locked Heart

You cannot make someone love you. No matter how wonderful, talented, beautiful, fabulous, kind, generous or successful you are. It’s an immutable law of nature. Because the heart that is locked, contains its own key within it. Discovering that is every person’s individual quest and no one else has any…

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The Land Of Tears

“It is such a secret place, the land of tears.” – The Little Prince, Antonie St.Exupery What shall I do when I find myself lost, without a map or sign of redemption? And how will I remember that there are those who await my return, When the darkness wraps me,…

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Haiku: Rebirth

Uneasy lies the head that wears the crown and the broken heart that trusts again ~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~ The last leaves of an Indian summer crunch beneath my walking feet Come monsoon, there will be flowers again ~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~ Trust is like the Catch-22 of love Aborted without, Murdered with    ~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~

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Killing Romance

Romance is dead, this is true. Romance is just a myth foisted on the world by men to keep women chained to their stupidity. Which is why I think romance and its sorry butt can get kicked, strangled, have acid poured down its eyeballs, buried barely breathing and have its…

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Matte Finish

Skin powdered to smooth perfection Lipstick patted dry to a subtle, near non-erasable hue Eyes smoky and heavy-lidded Colours muted enough to be classy The voice pitched a tad above inaudible, just below husky And her movements just the right side of languid, Never erring into lethargic, Shying clear of…

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Sensitive

Sensitivity is the permission you give yourself to feel. No more, no less. Not how much you feel about other people. Not how much you feel about yourself. Not how many tears you shed. Not even how much you feel. Simply how much you allow yourself to. To illustrate, a…