Half.

Anxiety,
Hope, and
A few wishes to elope.
The glass was half-full.
Love,
Sunrays, and
A few reasons to stay.
The glass was half-empty.
I picked it up,
Wondering
Questioning
Which one was more important?
I placed it
On the table
and smiled.
What mattered was,
I was the one
who was pouring
and
it was wine.
It’s meant to be
Half-full, and
Half-empty.
And so are we.


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A ghost with a beating heart

I’ve been asked
‘Are you okay?’
Way too many times.
And I’ve answered
Way too many times
‘I am fine.’
My voice has been firm
Quite unlike my smile
That trembles
For just a little while
But manages to lie.
I try.
There are no cuts
On my hand,
And no dust
On my shoulder.
It’s just
My damn eyes.
They cannot seem to lie.
I’ve been asked
Way too many times
I’m tired.
But I’ve answered
Every single time
‘I am fine.’


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