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September 2016

Chip on Shoulder


He said it so casually
You are like those
Who have a chip on their shoulder
It had been twenty-five years
Since they met
Even before that
They were merely acquainted
Moving in the same circle
But never close
Friends of friends
Who wanted to be friends
With each other
But always stayed apart
He was shy, she merely hid
The fact that she noticed him too much
The years that had passed between them
And taken them further away
And he had no inkling of
What it meant to be that way
She cried as the words they pierced
Her fragile heart, the one she
Usually shielded from strangers
Then she just brushed them away
His words, yes but they hurt
And she had learnt to always ignore
Hurtful things and move on
Or how would she be where she was
Standing up straight and tall
Chip on shoulder or not
She had to forge forward
Take her life to where she wanted it
He was never in the scheme
Of her things and if he hurt
It had to stay this way
She dusted the words away
And faced another day

Chip on the shoulder meaning: to seem angry all the time because you think you have been treated unfairly or feel you are not as good as other people




Eleven is such a powerful number
Where one stands next to one
No other number in between
And one is not alone
It is even better than two
Because it is two individuals
Each an identity of their own
Yet together, side by side
It has been eleven years now
You stood beside me
Let me be me without disturbing
And enhanced my individuality
The years they were never easy
And we know that’s how it will be
But with you besides me
Eleven shall triumph

Different Worlds


I lay awake at nights wondering
Where did it all go wrong
We were in love you and me
And to each other we belonged
Then the whole world came between us
Your world so different from mine
For me you were the whole world
For you everything else
I will still be with you but
With a huge space, a void for me
And the world for you
You are so sensitive to the needs
Of others, mine do not matter
I have learnt to live with that
But we are moving towards
That point in our lives
Where we go about the motions
Of living together, each separately
You in your world, me in mine

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