Through the eye of an Introvert

It was the last day of school, All were happy, exams finally came to end A few sad too, for they won’t be wearing the school uniforms again. It was different for me No tension of paper, no concern Just a bitter thought, How I won’t see her anymore. All were anxious, tensed     ‘bout how the questions’ gonna be. I was depressed, thinking merely Of how my mornings would now turn out to be? Filled with her memories, Will they be as sweet, as was she? Or like a ghost, her memories would haunt me. When I saw her that day, for the last time, I felt a void within; my mind, blank. Blank as a new sheet of paper. Blank as a starless sky. I stood there, watching As she walked away, She slowed a bit... Or maybe I wished it so. The last plea of a sulking heart maybe it’s all that it was. She went out of sight and I bid her farewell, On the loss of a love so innocent, so true my heart cried and the heavens cr...

Heartbreak isn’t poetry. There’s nothing about it that’s remotely poetry. Its not hearing sad songs and missing someone. No. Not at all.           Heartbreak is going fine for days and then breaking down in middle of nowhere. It’s when you see that person in everyone you see, everywhere you go. Their memories follow you like a ghost and no matter what you do they always get you.         It’s waking up in the middle of the night and crying your hearts out, crying till there are no tears left in your eyes. Screaming at the top of your lungs till there’s no voice to hear just the wind gushing out of your lungs. Heartbreak, my friend is not poetry.           It’s when your world falls to cripples in front of your eyes and all that you can do is watch, watch and hope that it won’t happen, hope that the pain would somehow end, that this void that you feel within ...