Today,
There were two peculiar things;
An innocent table,
And then there was you.
You and I have shared
A lot of things in history.
But today;
We only shared a table.
It was so keen;
That particular table.
It is keeping our distance short,
it huddles us together.
However,
It remains innocent.
That round white table
Isn't aware of yesterday.
With a meter away,
Your eyes;
Didn't even, for a second, met mine.
Were you terrified?
Tried hard,
But I still couldn't help it.
Trying hard not to,
No, don't do it.
No.
It's too late.
I looked at you.
Same old you,
Getting me weak on my knees.
Making my stomach;
Upside-down.
Nevertheless;
I was not to regret,
That I was on the table,
Where there was you.
Jan 29, 2017
Jan 29, 2017 at 9:06 AM UTC
Farewell, I speak, my love
As I've accepted that we aren't good enough
Reasons to leave are what we saw
Even back then, I had a glimpse of our flaw
Wherever I am, my mind speaks of you
End sooner, I whispered, as the wind blew
Lies that have made still gives me ache
Let the tears dry, there's no more to make
May the memories we've shared stay
You and I would sooner be okay
Listen to my heartbeat for the last time
Only this can shout your name's rhyme
Void of, we should, we must
Even the times we only had lust
Jan 27, 2017
Jan 27, 2017 at 11:41 PM UTC
Before I walked away,
I drank a can of beer to bid farewell.
Having thought that could make way,
To lessen the agony of a hell.
Never realizing I was wrong,
I stepped up in front of you with a pride.
And as said from each written love song,
To love is not a pain that can hide.
Oh dear, whisper this is a mistake.
Please hinder me to walk away.
Save this night for our love's sake.
Afraid i am, your word did not say.
Genuinely, the moon stared at us.
As my eyes began to mourn and tear.
You stared at me, not bothering to fuss.
Then it hits me, the reason why I'm here.
The love we created turned out as a mess so;
"Fine, let's stop this." I say
Stepped out and didn't looked back, I go
And so, that was the night when you let me walk away.
Jan 11, 2017
Jan 11, 2017 at 10:07 AM UTC
He isn't the moon,
But its sultry glow
He isn't the sun,
But its shine
He isn't the clock,
But its time
He isn't the hands,
But the holding
He isn't the poem,
But its rhyme
He isn't love,
But my heart
Apr 22, 2016
Apr 22, 2016 at 12:50 AM UTC