the player(s)

their's was a game
a game oft played
the tug of war
'twas named
and so very aptly too..

he pulled.. she pulled.. they both pulled..
but the game never lived..

away, it was.. the pulling, that is..
he pulled "away"
she pulled "away"
from each other, that is..
but never together..
almost alternating..

they might as well have pushed..
if "away" was where they wanted to head..

at least the game would have lived..
may be, not as the "tug of war"
but a "push and shove"..

thoughts and clouds

and then there used to be days when she'd allow her thoughts to just go to him.. randomly.. for no rhyme or reason.. she'd simply be sitting and the next thing that she'd realize, would be her head swarming with the 'thought-pictures' of him.. sometimes, of even "them".. "Him" and "Her".. after all, it wasn't a really long time back when they did spend a good long weekend together.. a weekend which was of immense significance to her..

and it was in those "thoughtful" moments, she wondered that day----"does he also think about me?"

her phone was agitated.. couple of angry jolts of vibrations against the hard metal surface..

"can't sleep.. just can;t sleep.."

there was the answer.
she just didn't know whether it was Hers for taking..

for all of you..

yes.. this is exactly what the title is all about..
for the all of you out there..
all 400-odd one of you.. :)
that is all the 400-odd of you 'listed'.. n then, there are also those of you who are not so "listed".. but this goes out to you as well..
'some' were good, while they last(ed).. 'some' were good, when they happen(ed).. 'some' came with promises, that were meant to be broken.. 'some' came with promises of "till death do us apart"..
'some' are there in spirit, 'some' in thoughts.. 'some' physically present.. 'some' only via the phone calls and video chats..
'some' in dreams, and 'some' in fond memories.. 'some' are missed in the coffee shops, and for 'some'(one's absence), bitching-gossiping is toned down..
'some' is loved..

and i figured, one day can never be enough to tell you all, what you all have been to me.. nor can one post come anyway closer in doing that..

but 'convention' demands.. and 'some'one did point me out "convention is a bitch"..!

HAPPY FRIENDSHIP DAY!

{p.s. for all those who did make a mark.. you always know where n how to reach..!}

love.. hugs.. kisses..
xoxox

6 months

I feel like damaged goods..
I'm damaged goods..
But things are getting better & I feel much better than 6 months ago..
Are we all damaged goods?
Do we all contrive to live our lives with broken parts?
I know things will get better..
I have faith in that..