"Their lips tremble,
Like the strings of his guitar,
She is his melody for life now."

~rpan™

There is nothing a star cannot like about the sky..

As the moon kissed the ocean,
Her lips on his,
She's Cold like the moon,
His heat, like the sun.

His light on her made
Her bright, Her imperfections fade.
Moon and Sun.
Perfect example of
Made for each other.
Yet far from each other.
One comes, other has to go,
They can't be together.

His heat of lust burned her.
She is not cold like moon anymore.

She is learning to become one
Like him, she seeks for revenge.
Giving the light, like him in the day.
She's with the stars.
He is alone.
In heat of his own, Burning.
Hiding his light behind the clouds.
Just for a glance of her.
She is nowhere to be found.
She is gone in the darkness of the moonless night.
Forever. She is gone...

A day without you
made me realize
how it's never
gonna work.

A day without you
forced me to think
about all the times
you said
"I need you".
and
"I can't live without you".
when it's clearly
possible
and easy.

A day without you
was a day
without light,
where I couldn't
see myself,
find myself.

A day without you**
was also a day
without me...

Her finger smiled.
As she got grip of him,
Their palms hugged.
Her fingertips kissed back of his hand tightly,
It was the celebration for the ring finger without any ceremony...

Her Fingers wished to touch the stars,
As being with him, she was already on cloud 9.
She painted her finger with a smile,
A smile, happiness that he gave her….

Her life was like a card thrown out of deck,
He came like an Ace in her life…
To win her and her life.

She was lost as she found him,

As they hugged,
She caressed her fingers on his back,
They were hugging each other’s life...

They were Two when they are apart…
Now they are ONE…

~rpan™

In the rainy dark night,
Two hearts having fight,

In the silence of the night.
Their heartbeats screaming more than thunderstorms.

Remembering their first kiss
In season's first rain.
Smelling each other and kissing away each other's pain.

Remembering the long drives,
And dancing together,
Getting closer and closer to each other.

Remembering the nights,
They spent holding each other,
Reminiscing promises broken one after another.

Remembering the day,
They last met,
The date Feb 14 and the year was '08.

In their eyes, there is love,
And some tears,
Will they meet again? Like some fears.

They were meant to be,
But now it's clear,
They have to leave and live their fear.

As the raindrops became dry,
They were meant to say goodbye.

“One day this pain will go,
Let’s move on and not let it grow,

You are special, you are brave,
Not anyone’s slave,

Don’t seek for revenge,
Of course, your life will change,
Don’t act too strange,

because…

One day this pain will go,
Just Move On, and not let it grow.”

~rpan™

The fire danced
in her eyes
again
as she
wiped the tears.

Here and there,
His hands bare,
Touching her
Beneath her skin,
A new story begin...

My body aches for your touch
I miss it so much

Why can't I hold the anger longer
Yes, I was wrong, but you were wronger

Day by day,
I'm feeling less of a human
Please save me, my beautiful woman.

Looking at
her photos
on the internet
captioned as
"Finally an explorer"
I also became
An Internet Explorer.

©Rpan

From whole night talk....

To that 'Good Night' text..

From the first time we saw each other...

To the last time we met.

You are
the only reason
these poems have
Unhappy Endings.

The days
still vacant,
the nights
still moonless,
dark and lonely
without you.

Yes, I found
my moon
and my sun
in
the same person.

And now
I've lost
both.

I'm thankful
That your words
Moved me
And
I'm thankful
That your words
Helped me
Move on.

I'm scared to sleep
because in my dreams,
we will still be together,
I'll not want to wake up
and you wanted me to
Live.

I miss you
as many times
as I
breath.

I can't meditate
because
focusing on
my breaths
reminds me
yours.

These tears
will stop
one day,
and
you will
see the world
clearer.

The urge to call
and ask them why
and ask for forgiveness
and ask for an apology
and begging
and abusing
and finally cutting the call
and switching it off
and deleting their number
from your cell
and eventually from
memory.

I'm in a state
where crying
isn't venting out
the hurt,
it's just me
screaming.
I don't recognize
the tears
anymore.

No.
I won't cry
18 minutes in
to my birthday
just because
you didn't wish me
first.

Hearing her
voice, I realised
it was the last time 
          I was going to 
          hear it. My ears
          heard the screams
          of her rage being
          converted into
          sound and I felt 
          like I will go deaf. 
          Instead I went 
          numb, looked
back at the past
and her screams 
slowly faded.

You had always mocked me.
Your words even choked me.

I didn't know what to make of it.
You never showed mercy, for the sake of it.

All I wanted to see you happy, see you smile..
But you.. Yes. You brought me here where happiness
is far a mile..
Money was your only style...

I cried and cried for nights to think..
Do I really want a career of paper and ink?
I asked and asked for hours without a blink...

I realized, it is true. This is what i want.
These nights must stop their haunt.

I held the pen in my hand and tears in the eyes,
Now my fate will rise,
You all will get, for I have a prize..

As I write this, I smile at the paper,
My all sorrows evaporate like vapor..

I always think now, what would I become,
If all the pain didn't come?

What if you hadn't mocked me?
What if your words hadn't choked me?

~rpan™

Dig deep in your heart,
May you find your passion.

The world was like it had always been,

Cruel, full of hatred and chaos,

Life was like it had always been,

Full of unfulfilled expectations,

Lost hopes and broken dreams.

Love was too rare to taste.

There were so many who were ours.

but we were no one’s.

Maybe we were not deserving-

Or maybe they weren’t.



We tried to give support,

the support we needed ourself.

It was satisfying to be a listener,

to hear someone’s reasons,

how they got hurt,

how the world was being cruel.

We listened to them and tried to give a shoulder,

to cry and to lean  on.

We lent them an ear to open up their hearts.



And accidently,

one day…

We met,

became listeners for each other,

turned into shoulders to cry and to lean on,

We shared every single thing,

our pain, our happiness, our dreams and our hopes.

Our dream to leave a mark on this world,

to make this world a place filled with love.

We shared our dreams,

eventually became each other’s dream.

Our pain was the reason we came close.

Our suffering made us feel each other’s need

and our life with each other is full of hope.

We are living now, not just existing,

for ourselves, for each other.

Everything happens for a reason,

we realised.

We found the missing pieces of our puzzle in each other.

Life seems beautiful now,

maybe it had always been.

we are happy and we are one…

We are One Unit.

I'd be insane
if I'd say
I don't sleep
I'm normal
because I never
wake up.

Love is the healer
and the killer.
It just *****
when both is done
by the same person.

Come close to me
no!
stab me from the front this time
and look into my eyes
while you do that.

The day he was brought back home
the therapist said that he is now ready
to face the world again.
Was he that mad?
His girlfriend has never came since the day he was taken away
She was scared and literally hurt by him
His parents has hidden all the knives and all the sharp things
Was he that mad?
But the therapist said that  he is fine now
that he has drawn a line now
between pain and pleasure.
He is safe now, so we all are.

We
meet
daily
through
poetry
now.

This is not me.
If you think that you will get to know me
by reading the words I have written,
you are wrong.
This is not me.
If you think my eyes will be full of fire if I wipe my tears,
You are wrong. They will never stop.
This is not me.
If you think that: Oh! He has poetry now, so he will finally let me go and move on with his life,
You are wrong.
This is not me.
This is all yours.
Every word I have written is for you.
This is not me, this is You.

©misterfantasist

Why has she moved on
So easily
and
I can't?

Without You
these words
will never
mean anything
to me.

"Everything will be alright"
said she.
and for the first time
I wanted to believe it.

You'll have
the whole world
but
the loneliness
of not being
with that one
will haunt you
forever.

The attention
you seek
in others' eyes
but not inside
your own.

Day by day,
I'm getting
closer
to rename
the folder
"Memories"
to
"Mistakes"