...because you deserve better.

Every relation goes through this phase once or more. No matter the relation started with how many efforts to convince each other and oneself that he/ she is perfect for us. But as it grows, the relation loses its charm and we start finding excuses. The negativity in our thoughts is something yielded out of our insecurity that if not today then in future we are going to lose him or her. We start calculating the certainty of a break up which we start realizing in the tone of our partner. We start believing that the relation is losing interest and it stands on a fragile support of fear of hurting the other person. Sometimes we do have the fear and the other times it is the self - respect that overcomes the fear. Yes, the self- respect. That is how "ego" is defined in our terms on a slight positive note. Every possibility of getting him/her in the beginning to the probability of loving selflessly for a strong foundation starts falling down on an exponential note. By the time "it is over" comes the graph had gone to the negative side as much as that the abusive terms take over the coordinates. In some typical cases the slope of the graph is determined by the burning of all memories, gifts, diaries, etc. We keep on convincing ourselves that we deserved someone better. But the fact is there is never a comparison. Each love had its own essence, each relation had its own mark in our lives. When we really move on and look back at what we have gone through, then most of the times it is the beautiful memories and not the unwanted fights. We smile. Yes we do. Because with time we learn to forgive and forget. And the moment we learn this, we wish we could roll back time and undone what was done wrong. But the space and time complexity is too complex and there is no algorithm to solve it efficiently. So we skip the part of going back and move on holding with the thought "because you deserve better." 

Best Friend

Some relations are undefined,
From the dawn of life I saw behind
the generous heart full of love and care
every gesture so pure I could glare
all day long at your meticulous charm
knowing you never meant any harm.
Every step we took, we took together
from small tiffs to brilliant smiles whether
you taunted me or I hit you back
the punches and kicks could never lack
the innocent laughs we shared at the end
Yes you are my 'Best Friend'
and will always be till the world's end.

The Wind

I was on my way, making the leaves sway

The old Banyan tree greeted and asked what's wrong,
there is stillness in your flow,
said the tree as it could feel the moistness
under my trail I had drawn.
The wise old tree could understand the faintness in my flow..

I started whispering to his leaves and the hanging roots,
while he caressed me to calm down and get consoled.

You remember the friendship I shared with the sparrow
living on the Neem tree with his siblings,
the one with whom I used to blow with full enthusiasm
so that my friend would not have to pressurize his tiny wings..

Yes, I remember your dear friend, responded the tree.

Do you also know that once he was attacked by a flock of golden eagles and I had blew them away with all my mighty force creating a fierce storm; hiding my dearest friend and protecting him from any harm.

That is very thoughtful of you, said the mighty tree..

The bond we shared is long gone oh old tree. I could no longer hear the beautiful chirpings, could no longer race with my friend till the end of the forest.

He is no longer with me and has forgotten everything. His new group is the same flock of golden eagles with leader as his dearest. She has lured him with the sharp golden eyes and keeps on covering him under her huge wings, keeping him away from my existence. He can no longer feel the wind, can no longer feel me.

The tree said, Oh my poor wind! You are born to flow with no halt. If you go still there is no life for the things dependent on you for their motion. You, the wind, is the symbol of moving on. So keep blowing for others.

I hugged the tree and was back on my track. There was the smoke from the chimneys, from the exhausts but soon it all became a part of me on my way. I embraced them all. After all I, the wind, is the symbol of moving on.