At My End

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“….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

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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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Nameless Writer

I’m a nameless writer

She is my sole subject

A few characters, in addition

To attach a life in to a story

And here is my life story

That lives inside my soul

Rolls in and out for a flow

Which reflects the minutes

Already passed, and days, years

Yet to come, to spill the ink

On that white paper, where I write

But the naughtiness of ink

Clears the beauty of my thoughts

To showcase an imaginary

Tale, still to be written

With the same characters

Blends by the changes in their lives

From being natural to artificial

Clears their past to present

To accept my story smells with her scent.

Photo Credits: Mind Matter