Between 28 and You,
I became 29.
I lost my mind.
Between 28 and you, I became numb.
You turned to scum.
You shattered my glass house,
Shallow throws.
But then again,
I opened the doors.
The love was cheap.
But I went Deep.
On that first day,
when I heard you say
"no one will love you if you don't love yourself".
I laughed it off.
Yes I was on a mission.
Full ignition.
I was ready to lose it all.
I was finally ready for my fall.
You attract what you are,
and I was bored in transit.
I lit fire to my patience.
I Hastily slashed my dignity.
I was going down, and you were going with me.
I can't say I didn't see it coming,
but it hurts nonetheless.
I just didn't know,
that you were better at making a mess.
I tried everything to drown my thoughts.
I circled the dark waters.
I gazed at the shiny towers.
I passed by silent saris.
Sweaty labourers.
Scantily clad lovers.
Innocent eyes.
Indifferent joggers.
I'm just a grain of sand.
Blowing in the wind.
Between 28 and 29.
I was just fine.
So I retold my story.
I just tripped up.
I lost my grip.
Afterall,
How do you rise without a fall?
And even in transit,
you can't fall asleep.
And this transit is long.
And it's making me weep.
And it's making me strong.
And when I catch the connection,
you better be ready.
And there's no better place.
There's no other time.
Re-write the story.
29.
You're just fine.
And you'll be more than that.
Just take your time.
Take in his first line.
Forget everything else.
"No one will love you, if you don't love yourself".
Don't fall asleep.
Remember your connection.
Don't be complacent.
Pay attention.
Between 28 and 29.
I was more than just fine.
I was Mine.
I became water.
I became light.
I took flight.
I became 29.
I lost my mind.
Between 28 and you, I became numb.
You turned to scum.
You shattered my glass house,
Shallow throws.
But then again,
I opened the doors.
The love was cheap.
But I went Deep.
On that first day,
when I heard you say
"no one will love you if you don't love yourself".
I laughed it off.
Yes I was on a mission.
Full ignition.
I was ready to lose it all.
I was finally ready for my fall.
You attract what you are,
and I was bored in transit.
I lit fire to my patience.
I Hastily slashed my dignity.
I was going down, and you were going with me.
I can't say I didn't see it coming,
but it hurts nonetheless.
I just didn't know,
that you were better at making a mess.
I tried everything to drown my thoughts.
I circled the dark waters.
I gazed at the shiny towers.
I passed by silent saris.
Sweaty labourers.
Scantily clad lovers.
Innocent eyes.
Indifferent joggers.
I'm just a grain of sand.
Blowing in the wind.
Between 28 and 29.
I was just fine.
So I retold my story.
I just tripped up.
I lost my grip.
Afterall,
How do you rise without a fall?
And even in transit,
you can't fall asleep.
And this transit is long.
And it's making me weep.
And it's making me strong.
And when I catch the connection,
you better be ready.
And there's no better place.
There's no other time.
Re-write the story.
29.
You're just fine.
And you'll be more than that.
Just take your time.
Take in his first line.
Forget everything else.
"No one will love you, if you don't love yourself".
Don't fall asleep.
Remember your connection.
Don't be complacent.
Pay attention.
Between 28 and 29.
I was more than just fine.
I was Mine.
I became water.
I became light.
I took flight.
