what does it feel like to be held
not by another body
not by a set of limbs, a chest, a chin
but
by another soul

what does it feel like
to see truth in another pair of eyes
instead of hidden intentions
instead of absence

what does it feel like
to hear a familiar heartbeat
resounding next to your own
reaching through skin
through bone
two rhythms
indistinguishable

what does it feel like
to write poems about
a love that exists

the stars came from two things
one that comes from dust
and the other from her eyes

He don't know what happened,
Can't express or tell why he feel burdened.
No one can make you feel good,
Life is not like bollywood.
People may come and go,
Don't rely upon someone's tableau.
All you have been alone from the beginning,
Think wisely while choosing.
He feel ending up sometimes,
The fact is he is not strong at times.
He is weak, he cry,
Society don't accept boys do cry.
Faked so much of smile,
That he hate compile.
Everything is going good in eyes of another,
Because they know only the actor.
What he suffers will be known,
That day will not be easy to bring back and only be left with condone.
He wishes everything to be fine,
But the situation don't come in align.

-sayfoodeverytime