Love me or hate me...
Both are in my favor...
If you love me, I'll always be in your heart
And
If you hate me, I'll always be in your mind.
Love is a language...
Spoken by everyone...
But understood only by heart...
It's hard to forget the person you love...
But there is no way out...
Love or Family?
It's hard to decide.
Both are important....
Stuck in the answer...
What to do?

Think about it...
one wrong decision
can make the life miserable

And the person whom you love,
comes to the same school as you?
It's hard to ignore...

One side love...
other side family...

Life could have got easier,
if only I had the choice of both...

You've left me
Not in anger
Not in sandness
I fear you've left me
In the worst way possible
In utter disinterest
I fear you got tired of me
My babbling that morphs
Into inexplicably cold nature
So unsure of myself
Anxiety ridden
You don't seem to care anymore
I'm not sure if I miss you
Like I miss her
Because I had this nagging feeling
All along
That you would soon grow tired
And weary of me
And pack your things
And leave me here
Without a second look.

I haven't moved on, I haven't moved on
I'm still stuck on you and I never even knew you
I never felt your hand in mine and it's still the only thing I need
I never knew the way your breath warmed the crevices in my neck
and I still wish to know how your lips would feel
pressed to mine, at 3 am when your touch is the only thing
I desire deeply enough to deny myself sleep
I don't know what you meant when you said you couldn't tell me
I didn't understand, and it's been nearly a year,
but I still don't
and sometimes when I look at the grass, and in the sky
and at the bottom of a bottle of cheap *****
I think of you
and I think of how you left
and I think of how much I still can't comprehend
and I had no closure
and you didn't care
no closure
no closure
no means of explanation
just a body that I never knew
and a pair of hands that float in thin air
and arms that will not hold me in 5 years
when I'm still unstable thanks to my first love

You are not condemned
To the confines of life
Nor the sounds of being locked in
And hit by dirt
You do not belong
To the flowers they send
The wishes they write
Or the tree they plant in your name
You are not prisoner
To a shallow grave
And a shallower gravestone
Not even to the duties you left behind
You have not been claimed
By the years you will not see
The tears you cannot dry
Or the hugs you cannot return
You are not captive
To the sounds and words
That defined you
Or the way people shaped you
Because you are free from condemnation
From the clutch of sickness
Free to leave and wipe the tears
And hug the ones that hesitate
To throw the dirt over the years
You are free from prison,
From proclamation,
From captivity and condemnation
To help and to inspire
And to free others from a prison
Of grief.

They keep distance from the paupers;
Jeer at their mucky places and patchy attires.

I live among them; their things are praised.
I know from the pedestal they can be raised.

Their visits at hom and words they voice blight;
Push them out and feel proud of their own might.

I welcome them with open arms; provide seat,
Give them whatever I like to drink and eat.

They call me fool and laugh at me as well.
These are virtuous deeds to them i will tell.

I see thousands of galaxies in his calm eyes