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Ankit J Chheda Aug 2013
We all look for an audience to our life,
Some form of record in memory,
To be remembered after we are gone.
As I wrote it on oneword.com
Ankit J Chheda Aug 2013
Open my eyes to the sound of my favourite song, the soft sunlight through the curtains playing with my consciousness, I smile lightly as I’m greeted awake. I walk without a shower to the balcony, light myself a cigarette, with a coffee in the other hand. As the cold wind blows on my face, I read the word on the cigarette: Classic
Classic Milds is a cigarette we get here in India.
As I wrote it on oneword.com
Ankit J Chheda Aug 2013
"Lets make a deal",
I said to you,

"That I'll miss you,
When you're not around
",
I hoped you'll miss me too,

"It would be nice
To have you around,
Time and again
",
Truthfully I wished forever,

"Everyday, even if
It is right at the end,
I want to hear all about yours,
So I don't miss a thing
",
And may be you'll want to hear about mine,

"I know I can't protect you,
The world is too big,
But I can be there
To unburden your thoughts,
To ease the pain
",
When you smile everything is right,

"You don't want the world
At your feet, I can live
With giving you my best,
In this incompleteness
You are my missing truth,
There, I said the obvious
",
Does it scare you?

"In return of your side
Of the deal, I promise
For as long as I live,
I will love you,
All things in the world,
Cannot compare to when I can say,
I'm yours
",
Yours to keep
Ankit J Chheda Aug 2013
Building a future,
One where I fit,
Not that things were bad,
I guess I slipped.
Gave in to the un-doer,
With a vision of freedom,
With an open sky to fly,
Bound to the ground without wings,
I never quite forget you amidst the chaos.
Those memories are ours,
Not just yours or mine,  
I still look up hoping to find you,
Someday you’ll take me away.
Ankit J Chheda Aug 2013
We've lived through our mistakes,
Often saturated of situations,
Willing to give up
At the darkest hour,
Breaking ourselves,
Letting them throw stones,
Inflicting some ourselves,
I've had my bad days,
You've had yours,
Don't be so ashamed,
Ankit J Chheda Aug 2013
Amidst the dense,
Mouthing names,
When you grieve,
When you celebrate,
Names whispered to oneself,
You miss them,
Everyone does.
Immortal within.
Unspoken.
Ankit J Chheda Aug 2013
One day you're the birthday child,  
You just wait,
Wait for a while,
While I'm dying.
Growing old is okay,
But I can't live this way,
I fear losing you along the way,
It is imminent, this parting,
So won't you smile,
For today we're alive,
When I go, I will miss you,
Will it count, When I'm not around?
Will you ask me to stay,
Or take me with you,
To the other side?
I seek no eternal judge,
I just seek some nice tea,
Thinking about how you like your coffee,
Laying together and staring at the night sky,
I will wonder how we found eachother,
Right there I could live forever,
Always hoping for immortality with you,
While I'm dying.
Every time I read these words, I see a complete mess. This was not how it was supposed to be, but a mess of thoughts wrote themselves... I don't really like it, but I would like to have this stand record to my head's clumsiness :)
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