December once more

She sits alone in the staff lounge and gazes at the big clock on the wall. It's midnight. She stands up and goes across the room to tear off the November page of the calendar. It is now December. And all at once she is transported back in time to a December many years ago. It’s always this way. Every year. As soon as the winter chill starts residing in the air and November closely comes to an end, she gets absorbed in thoughts of that sweet December. Wishing she could bring it all back or find a way to change the course of time…and life. But that’s just a hopeful dream.

Memories have the power to pull at one’s heartstrings, sometimes it pulls you towards joy; sometimes it pulls you towards pain, as for her, she experiences both.

There are twelve months in a year. But December is all she cares to know…all she cares to remember…

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Stop. Breathe.

Time stands still.
Infusion of air.
Coalescent vigor at the slightest touch.
Pictorial thoughts. Living dreams.
It started with a moment.
Grew into a consequential chain of moments.
Until it became an existence.
Bewitching stares. Captivating sighs.
A grip so tight, no escape, need no escape.

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Don't look back

I was dying for you to ask me to stay,
I wanted to run back the moment I looked away,
But I cannot plant my roots,
In soil where it does not belong,
My vines cannot crawl upon,
A stonewall with no fissures to sustain my growth…

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Fate bites again

When fate bites,
It drains every ounce of life,
Making you wish you could just close your eyes,
And walk through revolving doors,
To take you back,
Only to open a door you never sought before,
And fate bites...again,
But this time the blood is sweeter...

The world is a strange place,
Or rather the Creator weaves circumstances,
In a way that all good things end,
But with an end follows a beginning,
Slightly not what you expect,
But everything you desire in time...

Sometimes you feel so weak,
That it even hurts to breathe,
Then you rise when it hits you,
A power stronger than dreams,
A love bolder than destiny...

Suddenly, out of a coma,
You realize what you have missed,
The simple pleasures in life,
You discover just the right ingredient,
To add a touch of sweetness to complications...

You find someone,
No more than human,
But a gift from above,
That challenges you,
But lets you stand to challenge the world,
You feel alive,
And forget there was ever anything before,
And pray you never have to live another day without...

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Leave me breathing

With time comes resurrection,
with time comes healing,
but the scar remains,
carved on the skin,
marked for life,
a stubborn reminder of the wound,
once fresh and painful,
died to blotter into amnesia,
failed to forget.

The fairytale of happiness,
insists to thrive in disbelief,
too good to be true,
too scared to be considered real,
too doubtful to just live and let live,
holding on tightly,
afraid to blink for a millisecond,
for fear it may slip away.

The skeletons in my closet,
emerge from their purgatorial grave,
to greet me with mocking stares,
and lopsided grins,
daring me to falter,
knocking my knees to the ground,
as I beg for redemption,
breathlessly fighting for air,
battling with the past that haunts me.

Leave me, let me be,
stop threatening fate,
which has brought me back to life,
let me love, let me live,
keep my heart beating,
for every time he makes it stop and start racing again,
leave me breathing,
for every time he takes my breath away.

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