Stuff Heartbreaks Are Made Of.

..when you made me feel

that my hand isn't worth holding

and my lips aren't worth tasting

and my heart isn't deserving of our love..

Saajna

                                                                                         

Perception

I have had my trappings.

And while one looked at it as a prison,

another upheld it as a sanctuary.

Who would choose to remain a building when given the option of being a sanctuary?

Would you?

The Photograph behind a Photograph

The one thing my little hypochondriac  heart will aways hold on to- 

Is that one photo I took across different colours of our life.

The one brimming with kindness. And another overflowing with love.

Still another chanelling a whacko. And then some more of the above. 

I will always hold on to them. 

to always remember the exact person I loved at that moment.

My God,

I was so proud to hold your hand. 

Mathematics of Cupidity

I cannot possibly quantify 

the measure of time

or the pace with which it flows through me

I cannot justify the reasons why

or the duration that is dwells within

All I can comprehend in terms of any form of

mathematics of  this  life

are the times your hand is holding my hands and the times it is not.