The End

Letting go is always hard, 
my mind is racing, 
my heart has stopped.
The words I'm feeling 
won't escape from my mouth.


Goodbye, 
I love you, 
Good luck, 
I'll miss you, 
I'm yours.

Spoken Piece, 28 Hours

Privately practiced performing an old poem.

Listen here!

To Those Who Came and Left

I’m sensing the hostility,

feeling the jealousy,

proudly witnessing

your undeniable surprise

in my creativity.

So I politely

offer this hand gesture

as a silently obnoxious…

**** you.

You think I’d just forgive and forget

that you came and you left

with absolutely no hesitation?

You must be crazy.

There's no room for second guesses

or second chances for you haters.

Yeah, the world is full of competition

but friends support friends no 

matter the situation.

And you weren’t around

at my worst and now that

I’m better than your best,

you think I'd just forgive and forget

that you came and you left

with absolutely no hesitation?

You're right...

I'm willing to forget...

Forget that we met, that I cared, 

or that I tried to connect.

Forget that I let you in,

because now we have a

non existent Friendship.

And you should forget

that you were ever blessed

to have met this Sahaj.

Are You Even Listening?

I simply don’t like

being ignored.

It's disrespectful and rude.

Didn’t your mother

teach you?

Shame on you for never

paying attention.

I’m tired of always

letting things go,

of always forgiving

and forgetting and

never being able to remember

your bad because im too

focused on your good.

Well now I've definitely learned

that seeing the best in you

hasn’t been the real you.

Somewhere along the road

while I was grasping on

to the potential of you,

I lost the truth.

Are you even listening to me? 

I simply don’t like

being ignored.

I have a voice and

it deserves to be heard.

So if you want me,

and I mean all of me,

especially the best of me,

You're going to have to find

a hell of a way to

make it up to me.

To The Left

They say when things

don’t go right,

go left.

So I stepped to the left

with a pounding in my chest

because I was finally letting go

of the rest

of our lives together.

So, I’m here for our

goodbyes,

with your final

“ill try”s.

I'm sorry, my dear,

you can't try to

untie the mess

that you’ve left.

So, I politely

leave my baggage,

at your door step

and I wish you all the

very best.

I admit I’ll miss you when

we are apart,

but I missed myself more

when I was trapped in your heart.

{Bruised Not Broken}

Dear ________,

            I ran away from home where my needs were compromised because I was living under a single mind. I spent a lot of my time aimlessly walking around, introducing myself to prospects by examining their hands. Were they strong enough to keep me off the ground? No matter the turbulence or chaos caused by extraneous variables or my doubts?

            I always came out of these encounters flushed from exhaustion. I couldn’t find a single Mind who carried appropriate intentions. So, I spent my nights disappointed and alone. Never having anything from that day’s work to bring home.

            Then I met you.

            I was highly skeptical at first because everything you do to me was always my go-to hypothetical. But here you are in flesh and bones, bringing to me the warmth of the sun and the excitement of the snow.

            I wasn’t aware of the existence of this place. A place where there is four hands tending to me, carefully extracting the pins and needles that have been implanted in me. But here I am dancing, again, to my very own beat.

            A feeling that's been extremely unfamiliar has now become habitual. Every day as she wakes up and every night when she goes to sleep, I am so infatuated that I replay the words you have said to me. “You are mine”, “I am yours”, repeatedly, like a broken record I never will repair. Because you really are mine and I really am yours and for the first time I’m surer than the last time that there is such a thing as trust, love and faith.

            So, thank you.

           

Love,

Sahaj’s {Bruised not Broken} Heart

Even after....I Love You

Your face lit up
when I said the words
I love you.


See, 
even with what you've
put me through, 
the broken promises, 
lies and heart bruises. 
Still I can say, 
I love you.
There, I said it again, 
One, two...
three times- 
I love you.


And then it was 
minutes later you
mustered up the courage
to say 
I love you too.


____*, I know you do.




*person to remain anonymous