You’d think you’d know,
When to stop and when to let it go,
When to obsess and when to just forget
Over a thing that’s just not you.
Maybe something trivial,
But bang! you let it get out of proportion
And possibly the only one,
To not get over the attraction
Towards what’s wrong
Time and place, immaterial,
Digging a grave for your own burial.
It’s not me, or us, or anyone else
It’s just timing,
And what’s right in the world we live,
The love we give
To people we might never deserve,
But who love us all the same
Without whom we’d be no ones ,
Just lost in translation.
Sometimes you care,
And it goes out of hand
Doesn’t mean we care less,
Or are careless.
We love, we do more than once
In different ways, every time,
Nothing’s less, nothing’s small
But they are there
Laid out to see, open and bare.
Out of control, some may say
But we can rise, we can be
Above what others do or may.
We can be great, we can be right
Take the blame and move ahead.
Knowing we love,
Knowing we’d never,
Break what’s priceless
Lose what’s irreplaceable
And knowing who we are
The friendship, the bond,
That never comes back when it’s gone.

About Guria

An Artist in Science: A Misfit 'cause I choose to be one. "Whenever you find that you are on the side of the majority, it is time to reform" And a Maverick, because, I'm... umm... brilliant?
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3 Responses to Happenstance

  1. Nethra says:

    I always find poems difficult to comprehend, forget about writing one. I liked your poem anyway, especially the first 6 lines.


  2. Hi Shreya,

    I don't remember when last time i read a poem by you. this one is very nice, meaningful and thoughtful too..;)

    Nice to see u back in the blogspot..;) keep writing..


  3. Guria says:

    @Nethra: I always feel each and every poem speaks to different people in their unique ways.. So, it is always open to however you think of it. 🙂
    For me, it is a way to cherish things that have gone by, things that I have come across, experienced and seen… not simplified, understated but left in its beautiful complications by verses open to interpretation. Does that make sense?

    @Pramoda: I'm glad you liked it… It just came to me or rather I came across it and what better place to put it in than my dear old blog. Great to see you, too! 🙂


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