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Ny-Asha Oct 2017
I met a man whose eyes beamed with an unfamiliar pain,
And yet he forged a convincing smile.
He sat across from me, with an identical cup of tea,
Began to tell me his story, and allowed me to relive a part of History;
He spoke to me as though I were his own child –
With such gentleness and wisdom;
With a mind that censored just how much of his tale should be told.
I sensed his odd fondness towards me,
And I knew that, such a time as this, was what he had been waiting for.
At first, he found it difficult to express even the slightest emotion,
But eventually, the tears began to gleam in his eyes;
It would seem as though my silence and presence, crumbled unseen concrete walls,
And gave way to the view of  an unfortunate life;
A life lived by a man who loved, until love refused to give.


I know a man who once sewed his heart on his sleeve;
Open on display for the world to see,
Because that was the person whom he wanted to be –
“The man whose love for his neighbor, was as vast as the sea” –
At least that’s what he told me.
Then came the day when his tides began to change.
Strong winds blew in, and the acidic rain came.
And it poured and it stormed,
Until what he loved the most, was washed away.
And then, as though the storms that roared, wasn’t enough,
The hand of fate ripped his heart out of the woman he loved.

I met a man who once believed
That, no matter what the world conceived,
He would never cease to love.
But when his belief was put to the ultimate test,
He chose to hate, and his fervent affection came to a permanent rest.
Hi final words to me, were that of a plea:
He said, “I’ve made a thousand mistakes, but that was worst of them all.
I gave up quickly, without a fight, just when life took its first hard fall.
For years, I’ve missed the man I was, but in you, I can see the man I wanted to be.

I knew a man who knew me beforehand,
who has watched me walk these streets.
Who felt compelled to observe my endeavors,
And found it redemptive to take interest in me.
He knew that, one day, he'd sit across from me, to ask that I be wiser than he.
For his life would have been a complete waste, if years from now, I'm looking through the eyes that I see.
https://lifeinthelines.weebly.com/pieces-of-the-story/cafe-conversation-the-old-man
Ny-Asha Oct 2017
It is:

Unequivocally beautiful;
Profound beyond the depths of common understanding
With the ability to cause one to question all that they believe in.

It is:
Surprisingly inevitable;
Abrupt in the course in which it enters your life -
Subtly intertwining itself into the chapters of your story;
Without your consent - It has its own mind - its own path –
And gives you little to no choice in whom you take on that journey.

It is:
Amazingly omnipotent;
Dwelling more discreetly in the atmosphere than moisture itself;
Lurking the earth in search of the hearts and minds of those to compel.

It is:
Awfully powerful;
It has ruled throughout the ages,
Causing even the mighty to fall to their knees,
Yet we fail to believe its might!
Bound with the power to corrupt and ignite war,
While simultaneously reviving and bringing forth life.

It is:
The mold in which our hearts were formed, so fear not, and embrace it.

It is:
Love.
https://lifeinthelines.weebly.com/pieces-of-the-story/it-is
Ny-Asha Aug 2016
A table for three,
Though it’s just me.
A candle stand from a previous century,
Supports a stump with a bright flame
That will burn for eternity;
A chill in the air,
As I stare
At the two glasses in front of me;
A Sicilian Kiss and a 12 year old Eldorado –

Truth is, I’m not thirsty –
I wish that were the case.
Reality is, I’m alone,
In an unfortunate state of our bar;
Drinking alone, but drinking for two.
http://lifeinthelines.weebly.com/pieces-of-the-story/on-the-rocks
Ny-Asha Aug 2016
Even when the undeniable sadness and overwhelming pain
        Of heartbreak,
        Of shear disappointment,
        Of a loneliness that struggles to
        Balance on the fence of bitterness and isolation,
Takes hold of me,
I still believe in love –
        In a love that is greater than
        The love that we have only began to comprehend.
http://lifeinthelines.weebly.com/pieces-of-the-story/august-27th-2016
Ny-Asha Jul 2016
Tree tops far above me;
The sky nowhere to be seen.
I stand below the line of possibility
To ever see anything above –
To ever reach the stars.
And though I’ve tried
To climb the tall, rough trunks,
The tree tops I have never reached.

But from where I stand,
Down below,
The line of the Horizon
Meets my eyes,
And each day I witness
What those above me could never see;
For I stand in a place where no man
Could ever be.
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Ny-Asha Jun 2016
How do I find my way through this darkness
Without a light to see?
Without the hope that you gave –
That you’ve taken away from me?
       At the least,
       Reach out to me.
And tell me where you’ve gone.
Tell me where you’ve taken my senses, my vision, and my liberty;
Love, you took with you the finest parts of me;
        At the least,
        Return to me.
Explain to me why you had to leave.
Apparently, In this empty state, you expected me to proceed;
Without your guidance, without your hand to lead?
       At the least,
       Give me a chance to repent.
Yes, imperfections and failures may be my best qualities,
But allow me to institute a proper apology:
We know that I was lost when you found me,
So believe me when I say, that this journey without you
Will only lead me to insanity.
       So at the least,
       Have pity on me.
For how do I find my way through this madness
Knowing that you’ve become the light
Shining through another’s darkness?

My light,
Who now do you lead?
If not me, who else could it be?
If not me, whose poor soul is in jeopardy?
http://lifeinthelines.weebly.com/pieces-of-the-story/crying-out-in-the-darkness
Ny-Asha Jun 2016
Black roses and bare rigid trees;
Frozen towns and corrupted policies –
All the aspects that you want me to see,
Contrary to what I know -
To what I believe -
You see depths of darkness and indifference beneath,
But you have yet to convince me
That such an idea can be true,
Because all I have ever seen is you:

A chaotic work of art, with a defining balance of beauty and formality.

And maybe it’s taking you many years to see what I see,
But one day I’ll succeed in making you believe,
That a world without you – life without you -
Every imperfect, complicated and profound,
Delicate and stunningly beautiful, part of you –
Is a world that is further away from redemption,
And a life hardly worth living.
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