Costly

Trust
Such a simple, yet complex word
Do I trust no one

Perception
Stronger than reality
How true

Taking things for granted
How easy and automatic this action has become
This needs changing

Was it a costly move
To have angered someone close to me
I hope not

Just kept pushing and pushing
Without realizing and thinking
I have gone beyond the acceptable limit

Betrayal
I hope it is not seen as such
Once bitten twice shy

So close ... Too close for comfort
Hope that it has not reached the point of no return
I certainly hope so

What has become of me?
Have I completely lost it?
I hope not

Who am I?
Was the me in the past really so different from the me now?
I cannot see much difference, though some beg to differ

My dear friends ...
Thank you for being patient with me
For guiding me all this while
For being my pillar of support during my darkest days

The sun has shone through
The light at the end of the tunnel is within reach
I am almost there

Please bear with me for a little while more ...

Difference

The closeness in the past
Is no longer there
Why did it disappear overnight

What used to be
Is no longer the same
Why

What does this mean
Was the past a figment of one's imagination
It seems so surreal

Question after question
Attack the already puzzled mind
Drowning in questions

Someone who was once close
Appears to be like a stranger
What lies beneath

What is different about me that led to this
What am I doing differently now
What is the difference

It is still very confusing
Sometimes okay, sometimes not
At various times, the same thing is seen differently

Emotions are still evoked
Having suppressed them for very long
Perhaps deluding oneself that things are okay

The old feelings occasionally surface
The past seems to return frequently
Moments of happiness during those days triggered often

When reality bites
How painful it is
The torment felt

The closeness is long gone
A stranger stands in front of me
Who is this person

It hurts ... It still does

Bikes

Red bike and black bike
Cycled once a week
How fun it had been

Black bike
Cycled once a week
Company was still present in a different form

Commitment was made
Alas it could not be kept
Other important things came up

Now both bikes are just collecting dust
When will the red bike be cycled again
How painful it is

The black bike reminisce
The wonderful times spent
Red bike please start cycling again

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Space

Moments of happiness engulf me
What a sensation
Elation soon ensues

Such highs experienced after terrible lows
Fighting, arguing, quarreling
Rarely seeing eye to eye

One party wondering what happened
The other party not saying much
Time moved on

Things improve by leaps and bounds
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What a wonderful feeling

THUD ...
That was the past
Time fast forwards to the present

Stinging statements made during a fit of pique, perhaps
"You like to ask me out. However you're uncomfortable with silence. You're not making an effort at all to converse. Good luck to both of us"
"With friends like you, I don't need enemies"
"It's a luxury for such feedback to be given. What do you mean? You'll understand it when the time comes"
"Do you think it's nice to be spoken to like that"

One party claims responsibility
However some statements are not warranted
Something that started off with as an event to look forward to, ended off in pain, hurt and wondering what triggered the stings

Next day, the other party did make an effort
To patch things up
Everything is well now, maybe

Moving along now, still in a state of shock
Is that feedback true
So many questions

Why are things are so different
Are the rest just being nice and tolerating
The crap that is being dished out

Truth will set one free

ARGH!!!!!

Frustration sets in
The same old things
The same old problems

Sick and tired of this
Change is highly needed
Will moving out resolve this

Everything does not seem to be in favour
Tired of this
I'm sure it's not like this with others

What can be done to change things
To move things forward
Am jaded

SICK AND TIRED

Scorpio

Scorpions sting
Can the same be said of scorpios
I wonder

Scorpios surround me
Each with their own unique identity
With a common trait in them

A caring, stinging scorpio
Not one, not two, but three
To have been blessed by their love, care and concern

As with life,
Moments of ups and downs
Experienced greatly with these scorpios

It has been about one year
When a scorpio came in
The robot saw many wonders and the heart felt again

The wall that had been built and strengthened for decades
Began to crumble
For the robot was touched by a caring scorpio

Since then, the world of scorpios
Their sting ever so powerful
Their care, love and passion even more empowering

Celebration of the SCORPIOS!