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Stuck in a place between heart and head
I try to find a way ahead
The head knows only logic
The heart craves for magic
The battle between the two
Leave me with thoughts that are new
But still to decide
I must put my confusion aside
I wish these two make amends
Help me out like good friends
When the heart’s optimism
Meets with the head’s realism
Thats when the golden mean is met
Thats when I am at rest
A pig butchered
A cow slaughtered
Innocent lives sacrificed on the altar of religion
The city up in flames
Paid the price for the murder
A Rose for the beautiful Rose
Lilies for the delicate lily
Jasmines for his sweet girl Jasmine
Putting down flowers on each grave
The Killer remembered his victims fondly
Standing at the edge of the cliff
She closed her eyes
Jumping into oblivion seemed to be a very tempting option
Till the cold nose’s touch of a tiny shivering puppy gave her a reason to live
She mostly babbled
Because silences were so uncomfortable
She was quiet and content sitting next to him
Thats when she realised she is in love
Holding hands on a beach
Gazing into each other’s eyes
Every photograph on her wall proudly displayed the happy couple
But life is what truly happens between the photos
She thought trying to put ice to her swollen eye.
Happiness.
She wants it. She craves for it.
She searches for it everywhere.
Somebody tells her happiness is always inside you.
She looks confused.
Inside her? There is nothing inside her.
She feels like a frozen lake.A thick sheet of solid ice on top of the chilly liquid.
Her emotions are hidden well beyond her reach. Emotions wild and turbulent . Emotions capable of wrecking everything she has known. But she is numb.
If she tries to prick at the surface there is a possibility that the ice will break and drown her entirely.
So she tries to stay away. But it is not entirely possible. She is fascinated . She is curious. She wants to reach to the water below.
Sometimes she feels reckless enough to try and break the ice with all her might and drown in the unknown but at the last moment fear takes over and she backs out.
She circles the lake again and again. Waiting for the season to change. Waiting for the ice to melt by itself.
But the Gods smile to themselves.
They know she has to take the step herself.
She has to drown herself completely and then emerge.
So they just wait and watch.
Holding the pinkslip
The banker is devastated
But the photographer in him rejoices
And finally i will have time
Deep in my sleep , I reach for you
Finding your warm body I cuddle
When my eyes open the next morning
I realise you were out of town last night
She ate to stuff her feelings down
The food drowned the noise within
But when he so lovingly kissed her and offered to share a burger
She refused saying that just being with him is enough
Sleeping next to her husband in the tiny village hut
The newly wed wife wondered how he will react when he found out she didn’t know how cook
While the husband looked for words to tell her he loved to cook
Somewhere Between Heart and Head 