Holding back

Holding back is a  trait

Holding back is a safety net

We all hold back a lot of things and we spill a lot of things

I don't hold back when I write
You don't hold back when you paint

I don't hold back when I capture photographs
You don't hold back when you sing

I don't hold back on my instincts
You don't hold back when you sting

I do hold back a lot of things
You do hold back your deeper emotions

Isn't holding back is a sign of not letting go?
Or is it just a game of the mind?


Or sometimes things are just plain black and white
Not grey
Not blue
Not even red

Yours
Exhastipated mind of an overthinker's soul 

Why does it still hurt so bad?

 

A single tear runs down your cheek,

A single breath in and out shuts down your emotions

A single song

A single voice

A single baritone melancholic soothing voice of the maestro

A single conversation

A single fragment of your silence

A single syllable of an old song

A single glass of good old red liquid

A single memory of happiness

A single memory of sadness

A single fling of an illusion

A suffocating chest tightness

A reminder of old love.

Yours

Piya basanti re, kahe sataye

Koi fariyaad dil mein dabi hai