We never held hands

On a Sunday morning calm and quiet
But I feel the ghost of your fingers

Curling into mine

A warmth that never was,

But won’t let go.

We never danced

In the hush of kitchen light,

But I hear the soft hum

Of laughter that never rose,

See the sway of shadows

That never moved.

I mourn for a love
I never tasted,

For stolen glances 
that were never mine,

For a voice
 that never called me "home."

I fell in love

With a life that never existed
Pages unwritten,
Silence where our story
 should have been
Dreams were brighter than reality
And I was a sleep

So tell me

How should I grieve
 a love,
That never touched the world,
But wrecked me just the same?

I don’t understand
You never stay
You never leave either

You stay in the in-between
And you hold me tight there
Where the silence speak loud
Presence be an absence in no time

Walk away,
Or stay in full
Tell me that I am enough
But don’t keep me lost
In the in-between
Because
I can never walk away from you

A sunflower stood, golden and bright,

Bathed in the sun, kissed by the light.

Yet all they saw the flaws in her,

Not the kindness,
Nor the soft and pure nurture she gave

She bent with the wind,
she danced in the rain,

Hiding her struggles,
hiding her pain.

She gave warmth and care,

Yet they acted like she wasn’t there.

She held on tight, she tried her best,

But love unreturned, left an empty chest.
Born in the wild, she'll die the same,

A whisper, a shadow, forgotten name.

Not broken, just emptied, her soul set free

A wildflower’s heart lost to the breeze.

Final Verse

Apologies, my love,
I find the strength no more,
Perhaps in a life, reborn anew,
We'll dance with fate once more.

Promises of a pain-free love,
Yet you wound me, ever so.
Perhaps without intent, or conscious thought,
Yet the hurt continues to grow.

My heart, it throes in agony,
A weight too immense to bear,
Feels like the world collapsed upon my chest,
I find no solace, no air.

A farewell, we must bid,
Apologies, once more,
The pain, it's overwhelming,
Breath escapes me, evermore.

You were right, my love,
Changes, they were in me,
Expectations, hopes, and dreams,
Perhaps a glimmer of possibility.

Forgot I did, my own self,
The origins of our tale,
So, let this be our final verse,
A toast to us, a love that's frail.

The intimacy, a symphony,
Never before such pleasure found,
The gifts you showered, no less than treasures,
After him, only in you, such generosity was found.

Memories, a cocktail of emotions,
A farewell, we must declare,
A toast to us, to all we shared,
In this drink, our stories pair.

I shall drink for us, my love,
After your game, you do the same,
Celebrate the love that was,
In joy, in pain, in game.

The best man, indeed you were,
In my life's unwritten tale,
Gratitude, from the depths of my heart,
In this final verse, our love's detail.

If I couldn’t stand rejection, I might not have loved you enough
Loving you doesn’t mean that I deserve your soul
You have right to find what you deserve
If you did not find what you seek for
You can leave, you have the right to go
the gate is always open
If you decide to stay and cherish what we have
You can come inside. You are very welcome.
So,
Love me or love me not
I won’t blame you.
A love shouldn’t end with a steaming hatred in heart
You might have not loved me enough
There is no laws, no theories would say that the people we love should be belong to us
If you are happy somewhere, that's enough.
Love you unconditionally,
So,
I let go my ego to own a space from your heart
Here onwards,
No struggle to hear your voice
Nor to see your handsomeness
Nor to feel your warm breaths on my lips
I made my peace
I don’t need ears to hear you or eyes to see you
I immersed my self in our small but sweet memories
So I could rejoice them
In a blink of an eye,
Have a walk on the beach
Sun drowning
Little water splashes
Wet clothes and two hot souls
Igniting desire
Beautiful butterfly flew away
Leaving  a tear of pleasure in her eyes…….

The time I lost my self

Close your eyes
listen to the nature
within few seconds
see your future self

Do it again
and again
and again
and many more times...

You wouldn't see the exact picture
again and again...
see carefully
something might have change
at least a bit

We can't predict our future self
even in the daydreams  
it's never the same
how could we control it in real ?