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Maria Feb 2019
I can no longer stay here
where the fear 
keep everyone 
from coming near.
They ask me if
I will be okay,
but I only tell them to
stay away.

Let me walk a loner's walk
away from the ramparts, and the 
roaring lions,
and the knobby kneed ravens
who ravage the ruins 
that I refuse to return to.
  Feb 2019 Maria
Tanay
Rain on me,
I have been longing to be free.
Lost in my world, needlessly.

Rain on me,
I am tired of fighting but I will not sleep.
I refuse to be reigned and I refuse to be a sheep.

Rain on me
and show me the way.
This place is empty and I cannot stay.

Rain on me
because it has been too long.
I am sick and tired of pretending to be strong.

Rain on me,
I want to see the lightning pierce the sky.
As the thunder roars and the clouds fly.

Rain on me.
Let the winds take my mind to another land.
No one needs to know and no one needs to understand.
Tanay Sengupta, Copyright © 2018. All Rights Reserved.
Maria Feb 2019
Listening to music
like a daily cigarette
carefully reminding me
to put my mind to rest

When I open to a song,
I remember how it feels
to melt into the colors
that my open heart conceals
Maria Feb 2019
Hello again.
It's me. The one who could never

forget
and let go,
and I just wanna know
would you didn't...  need me too
like how I. needed you.

Why couldn't I ever be
the moon
to your sun and stars?
The Bonnie
to your Clyde?
The one who could look. in your eyes,
listen. to your vibes,
and never infringe
on the contract of a soul.

Hello again.
I just wanted to know
why you wouldn't let me
love a deeper love
the way warriors love. hidden mysteries
of the night
Like a bird with broken wings,
I can no longer take flight.
All this time
I just wanted to fight
for love,
but the fights. no longer belong
to me.


Hello again
Where are we now?
Has my mind forged havoc,
or did the chaos
come hand and hand?
I cannot find the land
I once new.
Is it okay
that I can never
forget
about you?

Hello again.
Stepping away
to retrace. the broken memories
picture frames of broken glass
that feet failed
to not
step over
or around
You asked me to not wear shoes,
but where are we now?

Hello again.

I came back to
jog your memory,
but I think you've already forgotten
the way my arms looked
when they
bled for you,
or the way my eyes cried out with fear
when you told me that. I could never
belong here,
that I remember
the torture.
when I said
that you
were not
a monster.

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