It’s a beautiful feeling
To remain like this
Kissing her
For the last time
Sweetness
Innocence
And beauty in her
Keeps me warm
Enlightened to enjoy
Drips of rain
Hovering over us
Leaving us in our world
For one last time
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At My End
“….that…the right time will come one day. And I’m certain that you’ll realize me!”
“Realizing what?”
“That I fell in love for you. You!”
“Oh, yeah! That’s great. You’re just too funny”
“Yes, I’m. In a way, I’m foolish, too. Mad. Everything is funny at my end.”
“Yes, you’re…. Leave it. What else?”
“I’m good. You?”
“Me too.”
*smiles*
“Then?”
“Nothing! I have to leave now. See you later. Bye.”
“Bye”
Sometimes, they’re all just illusions. Love. Hate. Regret. They all convey the single meaning. At the end, it ends up with a final note that life is meaningless. Because we’re all just too real, to be alive, to create an end to form yet another end. Think. It’s just too funny. Yet so powerful.
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Never Leave Me Alone
It was a sudden impact
When my immature thoughts
Collapsed into broken notes
At that midnight
I felt so strange
To be like that
In the middle of the night
Looking out for my drug
But not getting a bit of her
Isn’t it quite funny to be alive?
I thought, thinking of what happened
A couple of minutes ago
There was a modest silence
Everywhere around me
It was complete darkness
That connected with my intuition
To get lost like a crazy fellow
No alcohol to ruin my mood
No more puffs to gain from weed
I had the drug which I wanted
A drug of intensified pain
Mixed together with my feelings
To get those moments back
For yet another renovation
Of my whole self.
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Awake
Her beauty in the eyes
Hurts my wit to control drops
Of tears shedding from inside
To take care of her side
Cause she knows who I’m
And I know why I should stay
Awake
For her
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My Love & Life
Love in my life, like a bee
Enjoys the melody of honey
She makes without a reap
Now with her wings
She plays with me
With her feet
She binds me
Within her eyes, I see our nest
Her bed– a cozy space for us to spend
My kisses are her regular wine
And we make love with its silent line
What is love? I asked her
A kiss in return– her love
But I know it’s she
It’s she– my love
And I know
It’s she– my life
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A Few Explanations
When I smiled at my world
I retraced a track of favor
She had offered me
I helplessly stared at her
And stood with a query in mind
Why can’t she sense it?
I knew there were answers
She had to confess
Maybe, a few explanations
Crafted to stop me from her
But I was a meaningless chapter
Who failed to understand her
Who followed her everywhere
Who questioned her emptiness
Who stopped her many times
When she wanted her freedom
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In Her Absence
This was a reminder. Somehow I had forgotten to tell this. I felt neglected. Restricted. I was awake. I was dumb yesterday night, too. I slept by around 3 o’ clock. But then, I woke up– I didn’t know how or when. However, I was in the complete darkness. I sat on my bed, looking everywhere around for my cellphone. I couldn’t find it. I kept it somewhere. I needed a change. Yea! It was there in my backpack. It was safely hidden in the secret pocket. And my backpack was in the hall. I didn’t want to wake up from my messy bed and take it. I was restricted. I had taken a decision to regulate myself from using it. It had her presence. She’s in it. But I knew that I was helpless to do so. I couldn’t go on further like this. I had been like this since I realized that her absence crucified my heart. I didn’t want me to be ruled by anybody else, but she did. It hurt me. I closed my eyes forcefully. I tried to get back to my sleep. Then it began rolling in my mind. Her absence. I got lost. An unbearable pain. Those days. Moments when I felt that she’s there on the opposite side. Looking at me. Talking to me all through her shining eyes. Talking all day long. I was falling for her. I saw myself in those most alluring eyes. I kept rolling on my bed thinking of her. I thought I would be incomplete without her. I feared whether she wanted to know how I was feeling in her absence– it might hurt her, but I didn’t want to do it either. She must be always happy with me. She must smile like she always laughed at me. That innocent smile she had. That facial expression she had when she’s worried. That anger she hovered upon me while she was down, or when I shouted at her. Everything was lost. I missed her. I missed her presence. And she missed my absence at the same time. We’re madly seeking for each other. We didn’t understand why we’re doing so though. Neither I nor she didn’t question it. I was falling for her; she’s waiting for me. If you see that my dumbness is quite unusual, then I would say that I was living in a different world apart from yours with her. I was with her. We’re together although the distance or a few margins separate both of us. I tried to sleep again. I didn’t… I’m alive, still it hurt me. But I’m waiting…
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