Rain and Endurance

Rainy mornings are meant to be spent sitting in a quaint little cafe sipping hot, aromatic coffee. Alone. Thinking.

Doing just that this morning, while “Stand by me” played in the background, I tried reminiscing. Couldn’t. Couldn’t remember anything that I was trying to. I wanted to play a rerun of memories in my head. Couldn’t. All I could think of was now. The cappuccino. The delectable quiche. The sublime rain. The lilting music.

Perhaps, after a while, you learn to push back memories to the back of your heart, and they stay there. Lurking but silent.

Pain doesn’t die. It just turns cold. Like a volcano turns to rock eventually. When that happens, you know you’ve come a long way. When you can spend one beautiful morning with yourself just being in the present, you know you’ve come far.

Perhaps it was endurance. Perhaps it was the rain.

I often wonder about the rain. A wonder it indeed is, to me. How it manages to make me smile. How it manages to calm my restless mind. I often wonder about endurance too.  I wonder if it is a name for the art of learning to conceal your wounds.

Tired

Tired of being strong,

Tired of the games.

Tired of hiding,

That it’s driving me insane.

For once, maybe just once,

Let me not fake a smile.

Let me break down and cry.

Let me see you go that extra mile,

To make me smile again,

From the heart,

And for you.

© Neha Kapoor
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“Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.” ~ Oscar Wilde.
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The Unanswered.

There’s something about that face,

There’s something about those eyes.

“You’re just fooling yourself”,

People very kindly advise.

But I can’t help wonder,

I can’t help being drawn.

I can’t help being curious,

Staring into eyes as intense as dawn.

Searching for an answer,

Searching for a reply honestly.

To my questions about soul mates,

To my questions about destiny…

© Neha Kapoor
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Not a traveller for the old road

Why does there have to be a “correct” way? Why can’t we make our own way? Why does life have to follow the correct way anyway? And who knows what the correct way actually is? Maybe, your way is correct for you. Maybe, your way is what you are supposed to follow. Maybe you are not a traveller for the old road. You should be happy you are different you know. Even Robert Frost would have agreed.

The Truth

Yes, maybe he doesn’t any longer feel the way I do,

But he should know how much I love him.

He should know for a fact,

That it is love and not a whim.

It is a bond for eternity,

And not a fantasy of youth.

I am not scared of being hurt,

I am just scared he won’t know the truth.

© Neha Kapoor
“Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.” ~ Oscar Wilde.
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