Author: Harpreet Chhachhia

Just me and nothing else but.

Prevail

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I understand what pain brings. It brings hope. Because ironically pain makes me realise I was in pain before. And it ended. It strikes and it is grievous. It struck earlier several times. From its experience I have learnt…

Pain doesn’t last. And after pain comes a resurrection. It brings to light some things that were previously unseen. Bluntly put, it brings a knowledge that nothing lasts. Good times don’t last. Bad times don’t last.

What is more there is the understanding that I shall prevail. If I just pull through the pain I will smile again. Good times will come. The sun will shine out the clearer. The moon will be brighter.

I keep fearing being alone. I keep fearing being abandoned. I keep fearing that the people I love will die or leave. But my fears, though founded in reality, are transitory. I have been alone. I survived. I have been abandoned, I survived. I have lost people I love – and I survived.

So, I know now. I will survive. Nothing is as bad as it seems. And therefore, I won’t just survive. I shall prevail.

Never Again

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I keep giving of love and remain alone;
Either awake at night or with fears.
I learnt much of pain; it comes now by rote
And has quite lost all its share of tears.

The love I give is all consuming.
It comes from within a unique need.
If I am willing to be consumed myself,
How in hell does it classify as greed?

The words I write now have been written.
The pain I am in has been felt.
It feels like my men are on strange repeat.
The cards each deals have been dealt.

The love I have just needs to be seen;
But those I love choose others over me;
And I can’t keep giving up myself –
I must have an end to hope’s tragedy.

I think of love as forever and it hurts.
Each time it brings with it the freshest pain.
As each time my gifts and heart shatter,
I lie to myself and say never ever again.

Your Promises

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All of your promises have a shelf life.
There is no chance any of them shall stick.
You speak them to merely stop present strife;
Once that is done, their purpose seeks death quick.

Your promises are very lightly made.
You do not think of them as forever.
They are fake light that only causes shade,
Without the wherewithal to endeavour.

I wish you understood what vows must be;
They are the parents of hope and trust;
Your mind can’t grasp what it cannot see;
And all we end up with is useless dust.

I know this now and all my hope lies dead;
There is nothing now to be heard or said.