With all the pain, subdued
under the sixty's of whisky,
For years, being suffered
waiting for you, weeping.
Yet you were there, like
The Aurora, The glamorous
lights of the north, Yet
You refused to be The Sun.
My heart was lit by the
Northern lights, shallow,
yet bright, As it was to me
You. My eyes would never
tire of watching you, till
you rose as The Sun, Now
my eyes, my hands, my heart,
my happiness, my pain,
belongs to only you, But
as the pain also is yours,
It hurts to know someone else
felt it, might be your friend,
or mine, My everything is,
only your's, whats left of me,
What I am, I am your's,
Someday, please be only mine.

Is it strange? that
I don't miss you when
you are far away? but
miss when you sit close?
Is it the subdued fear of
being apart? or is it
the the tension of love?
A feeling that I can't
be without you?
Do you feel the same?
All the questions
I know the answers to,
Yet, am I right?
I don't know, except,

the fact, that we loved,
We gave ourselves us,
gifts that we didn't see
us giving to each other,
A part of memory, never
to be forgotten, Never
to be re liven ...

Mistakes, focused on,
History excavated,
Good times killed,
Bad memories
re lived, pain
re given, re felt,
Might not, I hope
distance the hearts,
beautiful, and same,
broken and patched,
Tears, each other's
eyes saw, that the
lips kissed and
wiped, breaks
such a way, that,
souls may remain at
the poles, but the
hearts, live as
close as they
lived at dawn,
giving each other
a life, they never
pictured. I
just Loved, just
forgot to maintain
whats needed more.
I really really,
Just loved. I
never deserved her,
I am really,
genuinely
sorry ...

Voices inside his head,
sometimes memories,
True, yet deceptive,
futile, sometimes,
flowed as the tides,
on a full moon night
and the shore of her eyes
flooded, broke the gates
of his heart, But,
He never cried, till once,
When her eyes rained
like the monsoons, and
he realized the meaningless
words of his, broke her,
for futile reasons,
He cried. This time not the
pillows, but wet the field
he sat on.

He wanted her to know,
from deep within, that
He Was Sorry...

Her friends told not to give hope,
He's told to be prepared, yet
they closed their eyes,
and dived into the ocean of love.

They never drowned, saved by
The Gods. This time he drowned
but in his own tears, hoping to
drown again, into the same ocean.

A reflection of pain, that
my diary mirrored.
The pain that bled
through the ink,
The tears drops, that
blurred the writings,
The reasons,
rectified,

turned my life for
time unknown,
so words of pain
nullified themselves,
so did my poetry, as
I can't write
without pain.

For, she looked at me,
washed pain all away,
like my eyes once
washed the ink
of my burnt pages...