PURSUE THE UNPURSUED

Pursue tha unpursued

and then we say and then we moan and then we leave  

and we call it all our destinies , writing it ourselves ,

acting or not acting timely .

I have faith and I have love,

 and I still am grateful for the conveniences of your human fate ,

but you lacked empathy, you lacked timely belief ,

and maybe you are right and you are all appropriate in in your book of apathies

but when it comes to me, you did me dirty,

you didn`t know how to be ,

you were all generous of how society wanted you to be ,

but when it comes to have faith and hold your lover`s hands properly ,

like trust them and trust yourself and the timings , you couldn`t agree.

I don`t hold grudges , I don`t hold my belly, or anything of past,

but what were you , perfect in theory , a nightmare in reality ,

like a painted tapestry and a punched profanity

who punched you when you were a kid ,

who told you that this is how humans have to be?

Indifferent , unaffected, hopeless, sickening , mean , rigid 

Adept , generous , funny , likable but not lovable,

Like an impeccable AI 

To each their own , but none to you and me,

More done than I should be but that didn`t consol myself ,

 doesn`t mean I can`t question our belief to be ?

if not met , I wouldn`t see unhealed monsters of a human trapped away from ground reality

and sometimes I cry , teardrops on my cheeks ,

of how you unwelcomed me by all your means , 

but I couldn`t take any hints and heal ,

so bind in my belief , suffering from “settling down” syndrome , so out of your league.

and whatever I do , how much I try ,

I don`t recall being more happy , of how I am or I used to be ,

All I remember was to gamble my dignity for some strings attached to be ,

How the hell , and then I escaped in surety .

How kind of you to let me go,

The greatest tryst of all my tragedies ,

And I would write it in my diary of lessons , that one cannot unsee,

That never mistake kindness for the commencement of romantic eulogies

That’s the honey ending of our destinies

I am glad of what you did to me , with added apostrophes

I loved you once , 

But loosing you was like a dream come true 

A breakthrough , as they say Pursue the unpursued , once

And then it becomes your passion , like sarcasm and puns.

A fight or two , you know who is wiser and who is human ,

But they won`t tell you , that why running is the best sports in human history .

Because humans are proficient in staying in strangulated trajectories 

Of falling in line with similar patterns of chronic disease ,

But when you unman the option to first leave , you become a genuine disgust in society.

And that`s fine , unless you find someone better to be , 

But most of us fear, what if we would never be pursued romantically 

But we never question that what if “THE 1” took our dignity ,

And didn`t respect our identity ,

What if we changed what we used to be ,

And these are not questions of relief ,

But once you answer them genuinely ,

You don`t bear the price of living under the shadows of someone`s better half to be 

Or you bear the cost of the troubles to not withstand with your maiden identity.

Leeza