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Abhishek kumar Sep 2018
These strong winds talk
Sometimes so loud
You can't even hear
Your own thoughts

It blows your hair
It touches your heart
Gives a feeling so fresh
That works like a remedy
For stress
Abhishek kumar Sep 2018
I think not once
Nor twice but thrice
But all my thinking
Aren't making me wise

The decision which I took first
Then changing it completely with the second thought
And with the third cogitation
I am lost

Maybe I'm slow
To switch on the brain
Or I might be afraid of thoughts rain
As it keeps on coming from dusk till drawn

At this point of time
I guess it's better to sleep
Although there also lies the fear of dreams
Which brings with it all different kinds of believes
Abhishek kumar Sep 2018
Form heart

To
Dear love

I don't think you care about me much
You always remain out of my reach
Even after days of searching  

You made me happy more then I thought
You gave me pain that I never thought
And then you ran away, to a place unknown
Leaving your beloved , all alone

I need you to return
Back to the place where you belong
To the space where you lived long
Abhishek kumar Sep 2018
Heart was made to love
Or perhaps it was built to break
Each soul is carrying a maimed center
The reasons never narrated
And the culprit never incriminated
Abhishek kumar Sep 2018
How do you expect her,
Not to get wet
While standing in rain
Not to burn
When walking in flame
Not to feel pain
When getting hurt everyday
Not to break
When regularly being corroded
Not to react
While facing maltreatment
Not to rebel
After suffering years in hell


How do you expect her
To apologize
When you have made the mistake
To forgive
When your acts were full of abuses
To be healed
When scars stretch from head to heel
To recover
From the heartaches daily delivered
To be normal
After witnessing acts  of evil
To be well
While being with a person like devil
Abhishek kumar Sep 2018
Someone way far away
Can't even be seen
Yet stay so close
It's impossible for me to explain
Abhishek kumar Sep 2018
Every word she spoke
Every letter he wrote
          
          Every poetry he told
          Every story she sold

Was the love they had
Was the love they said
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