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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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


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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When You Miss Her?

“How can you sleep when you miss her at the most– still, you don’t know what to do?,” she asked him, lying on his widen chest.

He ceased drinking the bottle of wine he was having, kept it on the table adjacent to their bed, and stared at her eyes. She tightened her arms around his body, as much as she can, and waited for a sec to listen to him. He said, “Honey, I would, maybe, think of the priceless memories we had together. It’ll certainly hurt me– she’s miles away from me. But I know how it feels to be with her, at least in those limited pictures of her silliness I’ve captured by my mind. I know it. Because she knows it– how I feel about her, too.”

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