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Love.* I just saw her.
I did not know anything about her.
But I knew she was the one.
Yet I did not listen to my heart.

And then I met someone.
Still my heart's not at home.
And as days turn to months,
Now I'm back on my own.

And so after two years...

Love. I just saw her. Again.
I still don't know anything about her.
But I know she is the one.
And now I'll be listening to my heart.

Love is her name.

Oh how I always feel uneasy,
When I think about her.
She does not even know me.
But my heart beats for her.

Her eyes are like pebbles,
Thrown into the water and ripples.
Her smile is like a thousand doves,
Flying through the velvet clouds.

Though we're worlds apart,
All the more I pray.
To have the courage to say,
She has taken over my heart.
On that one fine day.

**iamthe_avatar ©2016
A poem for a woman I met on Tinder.
 Nov 2016 Naidu Chandra
Rae Anne
Sometimes I wake up
During disturbing dreams
Bathed in my own sweat
Realty is not what it seems
It's a unfathomable
Paradox
And the key
To my subconscious Pandora's box
Is lost in my waking reality
From which cannot open.
In distance
He caressed her face
Sang her lullabies
That rocked her to sleep
he smiled so brightly
you would’ve thought
it was her all this time
soon
he would come home
disguising his love for her
as his hatred for me
You are made of poems.
Utterly somber,
yet beautifully written,
plunging into the abyss
of a lost soul.

You are a symphony of sounds.
Starkly melancholic,
yet a soothing lullaby.

You are bursting with flowers.
Seemingly ordinary,
yet wonderfully blossoming,
oozing with sunshines,
rainbows, and butterflies.
 Nov 2016 Naidu Chandra
Cara May
void heart is dangerous
works like a drug; hallucination
that every man are fond of the owner.
apparition of fairy tale
unbearable from day to day.
counting times to meet the other half
it's ludicrous, unbearable, embarrassing.
it's a part of fulling the void; unloved.
 Nov 2016 Naidu Chandra
Pax
It makes me look weak,            
                        My tears leaks…      
                My eyes are sore          
        My heart is a bore          
  and My body repeats a painful encore.              

                  I dust away the sad memories,                                        
but it comes along like it’s my adversaries.                  

I hate sadness
It shakes my reality, a piercing faithfulness
                towards my soulful unhappiness.

I don’t need help,
    but in truth I am lying to myself.

You’ll never know, what comes and goes
    yet I am stuck between my toes.

I hunger for that light
    but all that comes is my arresting night.

Perhaps I am doom with my own gloominess.
Starvation and Weariness
                  is a consolation of my messiness
~ a choice with laziness,
         to ponder and wonder
                    to the world’s unending sadness.



*© Pax  September, 2013
~ I am musing with the world's sadness, a reflections of my own as well...

i always say this: emotions are very complex and as deep as the vast ocean. A fragment of my soul... so i am thankful to all who have read me and my journey...
How do I explain the excruciating pain-
A layer which bleeds around my heart
A globe wrapped around my thoughts
Digging deeper with each new scar

How do I open your mortal eyes toward-
The invisible weight of a million scenes
Seeping from my flesh, wavering me
Holding me down, at times, enslaving me

How can I succinctly explain -
The moment I was disfigured and tied
Pulling my strings away from me
A puppet to the darkest of nights

How can I show you the things-
Which follow me like footprints
Like air, breathing never leaving
How can I explain,
What my mind is always screaming.
Trauma.
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