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ishaan khandpur Jun 2014
You and her,
Are words unclear.
You and her,
Are thoughts unheard.

It makes no sense,
That I know.
But love isn't supposed to,
Or so I'm told.

No rights, no wrongs.
No path's lie clear.
Just roads entwined,
For us to be near.

The commen sense,
Is but a fool.
Mocked around,
Just like a tool.

You know it's right,
And that is all.
Your senses dive,
Freefall.

Alas this love,
Is a one way street.
You lost hope,
To her shuffling feet.

You breath her in,
With one last look.
You keep her in,
Your unread book.

You say goodbye,
But you spell it weird.
You don't look back,
But keep a mirror near.
ishaan khandpur Jun 2014
Twas the night I saw a ghost,
A morbid little peace of hope.
He did his dance, he said his words,
He knew however, None his worth.

He haunted till the early morn,
The dreams of dreamers,
Their lives unscorned.

He knew not why
or what he did,
Just the job
was a burden of his.

He walked alone,
Through the crowd,
He drank alone,
In company.

From house to home,
From world to wide.
His journey the same,
The passengers alight.

His life so real,
His dreams untrue.
His bowed endower,
Didn't mean much to you.

But when you did,
See his sliver.
He was gone,
A hope, a Quiver.

A light too lost,
To your darkness still.
A prayer unanswered,
The hopeless kin.
ishaan khandpur Apr 2014
We love the villains,
We love our villains.
Love the wrong doers',
The anarchists at our doors.
Just as long as they are not ours.

We'll support the gays,
And fight for all hate,
As long as they're not us.

We'll sing for a better world,
And light a candle for their souls.
As long as they're not us.

We'll like their wars,
And bring food to their doors.
As long as they're not us

We love their words,
But their words alone.
We'll never be,
Part of their soul.

We'll weep for their loss,
And march for their rights.
But remember just,
As long as they're not us.
ishaan khandpur Mar 2014
She swayed a little,
As he held her strong.
She pushed him back,
But he never let go.

He drank her in,
Little by lot.
She pryed on his,
Everlasting love.

His friendship was,
All that she saw.
But for him it was,
Quite a lot more.

He loved her true,
Like a poet's tale.
But she refused,
To let him in.

He never quit,
She never stoped.
He loved her true,
While she played on.

None was at fault,
And no one quite right.
She lost a friend,
He lost his life.

This game was over,
And they never met.
The friend and the lover,
A match never meant.
ishaan khandpur Feb 2014
Me
You stole my words,
And made them yours.
You broke me up,
Without remorse.

I lost through you,
Not just love.
But the sense of knowing,
What friendship was.

The tides were high,
As people changed.
But you I prayed,
Would still remain.

But the grave was mine,
Dug too by me,
Deep enough,
For you to leave.

You found your exit,
You took it and ran.
And stole from me,
My reminisce.

My sweet memories,
Were now just yours.
You left me alone,
Without my thoughts.

But I did fight,
That tainted heart.
I spat it out,
As I drew guard.

Of people who loved,
And friends alike.
You taught me dear,
How to survive.

I thank you now,
As my ashes feed,
My new life,
The one just for me.
ishaan khandpur Feb 2014
When you are your own worst enemy, you become your only friend.
You live through people, but don't exist yourself.
You butter your bread through hours of toil, but so does a mule.
You lose yourself to thoughts in conversations and lose your conversations to sudden thoughts.
You're the oxymoron that lives and breathes.
You're the contradiction that never succeeds.
But for all your flaws and all their hate,
You're unique, a star that never fades.
ishaan khandpur Jan 2014
The alphabet jumble,
Became quite a Jungle.
Where letters fight,
Just to survive.

The A's against the Z's,
Like west against the east.
The vowels rule,
This grammatical feud.

There are few rules,
In this anarchic dispute.
Like I before E,
Except after C.

But two letters did stray,
So far away.
In this world so confused,
Love had found its muse.

They left their contempt
They shed their hate.
And they became immortal,
As our stories do say.

These two young lovers,
Are remembered still.
For together they defended,
What hate tried to ****.

And that is how,
Our story begins.
For that's what happened,
When I met U.
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