I think it's over. why?
It's not the first time.
But I can feel it's the last one.
last one that I see your smile
last one  that I see your eyes
last one that I smile when I think about you.

A soul
Broke into two
While coming
To life
Formed
Two bodies
One soul
They are
A twin flame
Separated apart
Dying to meet
Longing
Feeling the torment
Of separation
Getting weak
Each passing second
Incomplete
Without each other
Like a missing piece
Of a puzzle
Though still alive
Alive
To meet and merge
Into one
Once again

I guess
I'm just scared
You'll wake up one day
And tell me you don't love me
Anymore

Because if you did
I wouldn't know
Where to put
All this love

Stop chasing someone that will eventually come.

I didn’t cry when you left
Neither did I say anything to anyone
I just kept quiet for a few days

But, I've observed everything
And suffered even more

That blue shirt,
Which you often used to wear
Is ironed and arranged
in the wooden closet

Your specs are still kept
on the television..
And the umbrella ..
waiting for the rainy season..

In The last rains
We were soaked and drenched
I did not touch your umbrella ..
I know,
That you do not like
If  your things are misplaced

I’ve told the cobbler
To mend your old shoe
Your watch is repaired
With a battery brand new

Taylor has stitched your pants
With a lining inside
And
Your bed is done
And mom waiting by its side.

Dad ....
I know
You will be tired by the journey
But this time,
Please stand still
And Rest for some time
I will take off your shoes
And massage your legs
To make you de-stress
Whatever you’ll say
I'll do it all
Just stand still
And be there

You know what dad ...
The last time you left ..
You left us shocked...

Ananya

He was the type of boy who said
He wanted to fix you
But three months later you'll find yourself crying
On a bathroom floor because
You forgot that you were made of glass
And it doesn't take much to shatter your bones.

And he'll swear that he loves you but
In four months you'll be outside of the ER
Begging for painkillers that'll make you forget
How to breathe because you no longer want to feel
What it's like to be at war.

And one day you'll learn how to drown in bottles of liquor
Because you don't want to remember who you are but
The way he tasted
Will always be burned into the back of your throat and
No amount of ***** can wash away
The reminder that you still keep the back door open
Incase he ever decided to come home.

You don't have to prove yourself
To anyone
You don't have to prove yourself
Just to be accepted into a group
Or into what others think
You should be
The Beauty about life is you have your own
You decide what to do with it
You can be whoever you want
You can do whatever you want
But please  don't listen to them
Don't be what they expect
Don't try to make
Yourself fit into their
Box of expectations of who you need to be
Please just be you and not them

~Katt