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

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.

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

~rpan™

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.

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

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.

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

What does it take
to write
longer poems
if not
pain.

You are
the only reason
these poems have
Unhappy Endings.

what can you do
when the one
who taught you
to live again
wants you to just
stop?

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.

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.

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™

Without You
these words
will never
mean anything
to me.