Process called Moving On

You learn to live and learn to breathe
The air which didn't come from her mouth
You find yourself a discarded
Tourniquet for your cries and shouts

It takes time to obliviate
All emotions that permeate
Through the walls of iris
Through the dimensions, that first kiss

Night time brings back goodtime memories
Daytime a bad start to your fantasies
Lachrymose times, blinding neon
No shoulder to cry on..
But you go on acting you're strong

And as the daily routine beckons
You see the images from your past
While traveling in the train or bus
And traveling on the clouds with her

Flamboyance takes a step down
Replaced by a sober mood
Amiability goes out the window
Time to be cruel and rude
Especially to yourself

Dark water flows through me
Dark sea that sits majestically in the picture from my window
Dark night implores me
Dried eyes, wet pillows till when this plight continue its show

A sea of grey skies, drowns me
Blinding sunlight, astounds me
The fire which cleanses my inner filth
The silver lining absolves me

A fire within, a thunder without
Daily routine your final shroud
Praying to work in your material shrine
In months back to senses, back to life, mine..

You fall back to the same pillars
You fall inside the same manholes
Months spent in moving on
Hours to wash the effort of it all

You hurt them
You hear them
You crush them
You kill them
You push their existence away
As a defense mechanism

You part ways
Your mind sways
You break skull
To beat the race
And you disregard their needs
Altruism boom! Without a trace

And maybe..
Just maybe
You think you had a right to
And hurt
Too hurt
Your plight was revenged now

And... You sleep thinking
Life has better things for you
A dead heart, a dying mind
Rejuvenate to kill you..

Trickling down, tears every night
You learn to disregard any feelings they had
Stiff lips, rock heart
You learn to move on, as your strengths did..

Away from all the pleasure and love
Departed from emotional support
Only pillar that's left for you
Is the hammer perennial "move on"

And move on.. You do.
Or at least try to..
Make a fool of your feelings
Indifferent to them too



Poetry by Jalaj Soni
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Written on 2016-03-11 at 22:01

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You have great suggestions which should all be followed, but I think that time is the only true cure.:-)
2016-03-12


Jalaj Soni
It's been a while now since I've been trying to and every time I make some progress, some or the other memory throws me back to square one..

One has to force it on themselves. Otherwise, moving on is really really hard.
2016-03-12



You have it down step by step, and I am working on it too. Some days I think I am making progress only to suddenly fall back into the pit. Yes, move on is all there is to do. Weli done!
Ashe
2016-03-12