Like a happy, oblivious flying bird shot through the sky, I fall.

I am hunted, I see the eyes that pursued me,
While I am in pain, pleading for death,
Those eyes don't talk to me.
They don't speak answers or express emotions
But leer at me with utmost attention
Like they were sure about slicing my limbs-
As if blinking would be condemned.

I like this, being with you.
I like watching you in your entirety,
Your rhythmic breathing excites me.
And while I sail past these silent waters,
I move the paddle subtly, to not disturb you.

It’s hard to believe you’re here,
Are you here? With me?
Are you conscious of me?
Are you too involved to think about me?
I hope my incisive mind is wrong
This one time,
It cries that you smile at me
thinking about someone else.

You understand me like no one else,
How am I? I should ask you!
Why did you like me before? Wait,
Did you ever like me?
Or you just wanted to conquer me?
Did you agree to be with me through this journey?
Why’re you leaving then? We’re not even halfway!

I know you maybe, you're innocent,
You care about me enough to not hurt me,
But you play with my feelings somehow,
You like it when I am not who I am,
When I am hurt and broken,
You like breaking me every day, don't you?
Is there something left of me to feed upon now?
If so feed upon me, because I like this
Being with you.

I shouldn’t love you,
Maybe I don’t know how to love.
Fact is, you don’t love me,
That you make me feel.
Where do I go from here?
There’s no light I see in any direction,
I feel hauntingly suffocated by my feelings,
Strangled by the fact that you’ll be gone soon.

I cannot ask you to stay,
I cannot deprive you of your freedom,
So even if you have the slightest doubt
Don't stay,
Maybe it's only after this ends, you’ll love me back.
Maybe it'll be too late, maybe it'll never be,
But till then, I shall live with all of you that's inside me
Because I like this,
Being with you.

I start to feel numb, as if the glaciers melting in my veins,
My head hurts as the inflated nerves choke my throat,
I am drained while my lungs try to match the beat of my heart,
I swiftly lose control of my body as the senses switch out.

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I have become inexpressible with my complex emotions,
I cannot get my mind to accept
That I hardly understand people now,
The sole vicious art that I was truly proud off.
The lies are laid out like carcasses that I can't meet my eyes with,
Why did I have to suffer again and again with the same kind of story?
Maybe because I did not learn from any.

Can it not be simpler for once? Perhaps it can!
Maybe I'll wait this time till the storm calms down,
Maybe I'll stay in, till the sun comes out,
Maybe then, I'll resume my journey afresh,
This time, I'll not look for companionship but wait,
Go on till someone's intrigued by my journey,
Till someone is intimidated by the euphoria in my eyes,
Wait for the perfect story to happen and not try to fabricate it-
In my head.

You do not appear to me as the light of the sun,
You rather appear dark, like a curvy fabric of space pulling me,
I fail to find the stillness in you, to sail past unharmed,
You are like a hypnotising blue wave, promising fun in drowning,
I know I should've turned the ship away, before it was too late,
But silly soul had planned the adventure, before conscience was awake.

There’s no peace I can find, in any corner of the world,
I go to the woods and find the swaying trees whispering your name,
The light of the sun caresses my body like your touch,
The evening hues seem coated with the color of your skin,
I find your gaze in the eyes of the eagle, strong yet subtle,
The flowers seem to do nothing but smell like you,
I don't blame the sweet peas or the woods,
Because maybe I’m in love with you.

I go to the seas, with agony and grief,
Hoping that the waves, would weather my wit,
But I get lost in the waters, as if it were your arms,
The seagulls chant your name and I chase them, to the storm,
The ferocious storm haunting the sea is like my feelings for you,
I see the billows heading towards me, the wreck is a gift, if it's from you,
I don't blame the the clouds or the gales,
Because maybe I'm in love with you.

Been feeling lost, maybe it's the wanting to be explored,
Though the boundaries are not well defined of yours truly,
And like the sand of the shore I change, momentarily,
It is such maybe so that the remains of the past would wash away,
And even though for a wink, it can all be still, like a low tide,
For it is then that a new wave will arrive, bring new life,
With hope I shall wait, for it is only the ocean that will suffice my thirst.

Amidst struggling to differentiate the acoustic chirps looming in the balmy afternoon,
Whilst contemplating the portrait of the still trees appearing from the window of my room,
I couldn't focus my mind to work and somehow it ended up recalling the childhood days,
The memories flashed of the innocent faces, the lovely games and the ugly tan of the fiery sun rays.

The time my mind used to be my friend and I never wanted things to be perfect,
I had no lust, no pride, though I wasn't the best but my friends still loved my intellect.
Without being a judge, I would enjoy observing the life unfold itself quietly,
It was the time I enjoyed solitude and embraced the company quite wisely.