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6d · 43
THE END...
All these days I did was wait,
Preserve the memory and not let it fade,
With a hope that new memories will form
When you come back....

But now I feel the problem is not luck,
But the person you used to talk.
Because why would someone like some random post
But ignore the person who mattered the most?

I understood—I don’t carry any value,
And I don’t blame you.
There may be something I’m unaware of,
Something that you just couldn’t speak of.

But if just once we could’ve talked,
You could’ve told me—and I would’ve walked.
Instead, you left me with no clue,
Beneath the open sky that was still blue.

But it’s fine, I must say,
The pain is huge—but not as much as the memories we made.
And I promise I won’t contact you,
Will not disturb, or walk by you.

I don’t know how good I was to you,
Was I deserving of the moments we lived through?
But I will keep our memories with me,
Will nurture them, and not let them flee.

All I want to say, at last,
may you be happy, and always laugh.
With this, our story ends as a pair—
We’ll walk different paths from here.
If you're reading this, I want let you—if you ever feel like talking, don't hesitate to give me a call.
I have been holding memories for more than a year long
but all I got is silence telling you are gone
the piling messages on WhatsApp that are unread
the missed call that's sitting on your phone as waste
But still I do not wanna believe it is true
so I made a story to tell — your number might have got new

While searching for you I found your LinkedIn
I was so happy to see it on my screen
I was gonna text but suddenly I stopped
is it that you are running from me? I thought
the not-turned-blue messages are haunting signs
maybe you've moved on... or drawn new lines.

I do not want to disturb you if you are gone
not wanna be seen if you have moved on
still I wrote a message in slightest hope
that maybe on LinkedIn, my message may not get ignored
I brought the cursor over the send option
my hand shook, finger hovering above the trackpad
I pressed Send...
Sometimes, even a single message feels too heavy to send—not because it holds too much, but because you don’t know if it will be welcomed or quietly hurt the one who reads it. And that’s the worst kind of weight—the fear of becoming a disturbance when all you really wanted was to be remembered.
Apr 7 · 43
Memory or part of me?
these few days i tried to forget you—
not willing to hold something
that’s never going to be true.

these few days i went to the beach—
the sun reminded me of when we were kids,
chatting after class—
that memory was the one i missed.

so i came back and walked at night;
the cold breeze reminded me
of the time you were standing by my side,
not caring if i was in my lows or highs.

those few days were a failed attempt,
so i tried something different—

the next few days i spent in the city,
searching for noise to drown the pity.
but the fake faces reminded me of something:
your honest smile, softly blushing.

i kept trying, and i kept failing,
only to realize my heart’s not willing
to let you vanish into memories,
to close our journey as just a story.

because it's saying what you truly mean—
you’re not just a memory,
you’re a part of me.
In the journey I embraced to forget you I found me with a part of you.
In the journey that ends miles away,
You find many travelers passing by,
But a few people you meet on your ride
You wish could walk side by side.

The people change you,
You forget about the destination and enjoy the view.
The journey is no more tiring and feels like a refreshing Sunday morning.

Knowing that the path could be different,
Even the destination may not be the same,
Yet you walk along with that person, step by step, pace by pace.

Unaware of the sharp turns in the path,
You continue your journey like usual,
Trying to make it as beautiful as you can,
Because that's the only thing in your hands.

After a long time, you come to the site where the road finally divides.
Standing there in silence,
Thinking about the vibrant journey you shared,
Remembering each obstacle you two passed together—
Trees, birds, and the sky—each of them now cry.

But you keep quiet,
Still standing there like a stone, you ask yourself—
The road finally separates?
Apr 5 · 30
The Night
The moon was bright, with stars sitting high,
Your message comforting me—“I will hold you tight.”
Now here I am today, sitting alone and quiet,
Watching seasons pass, and new days rise,
Still holding on to the promise made that night.
I will spend my life on the promise you made that night.
Apr 3 · 41
Last Time We Meet
Remember the last time we met?
We sat in the shadows on a bench.
You sang a song with your beautiful voice,
Wearing a blue top, sitting by my side.

Today, it's raining, and I remember that day.
It's not that I miss the sun above our heads,
But the feeling of someone beside me—one who would stay.

But now that you are gone, I do cry,
Waiting for you as the seasons pass by,
hoping that one day, my phone will ring,
With your name on the screen.
The last meeting always holds a special place in your heart. It makes you happy about the time you spent together and also makes you sad that you can no longer relive those moments.
Apr 1 · 92
Promise
It's been a while since I heard from you,
Not a single message, nor a call came through.
Still, I keep my phone close to me,
Waiting for a notification—that pops your name on it.

"You must be busy," that's what my heart whispers,
And so, I'll wait till it beats no longer.
Just don't tell me your promise was a lie,
Or else, a part of me would die.
Few promises keeps the relation alive even if it feels like it has died.
Mar 26 · 53
Happy Birthday
Still Smiling Mar 26
It's not that separation is new to me.
Remember when you said 10 days you won't talk to me?
Actually, I misunderstood your words
and didn't speak to you for that very long.

But what about this time, if I may ask?
Is it also a misunderstanding that will last,
or could we solve it with a few talks?
Would you like to discuss it on a walk?
Or maybe on WhatsApp, where our friendship grew,
where my messages are piling up and not turning blue.
Or is this how it was meant to end?

Who will answer my these questions?
Could you reply to me just for once?
There is one more thing I wanna tell,
I remember tomorrow is your birthday.
so....Happy Birthday
Is it a misunderstanding or an end?
Mar 25 · 39
Eyes that cried
Still Smiling Mar 25
The wind just blew the clouds away,
The waves just carried the sand astray.
The rain just washed the children's play,
Yet does the sky, the shore, or the child cry,
Wishing the wind, the waves, or the rain never came by?

"I don’t think that would be true,"
Said a man with no heart.
In anger replied a man with no brain,
"Don’t you see how happy the clouds, the wind, and the children were in their past?
Now it’s over for all of them."

"They were never meant to stay,"
Said again the man with no heart.
And so the debate went on and on,
Until the man who carried them all
Fell asleep, with eyes that cried.
In an endless debate between no brain (heart) and no heart (brain), where neither wins, yet the burden falls on the eyes, the silent witness to all the turmoil.
Mar 25 · 45
Moments We Hold
Still Smiling Mar 25
The world says time just flows,  
It heals wounds and lets the pain go.  
But is it true, what they say?  
Do the memories of a first handshake fade?  
Do the moments spent in the park vanish?  
Does the feeling and care of another simply perish?  

If your answer is yes, you may go,  
But if it's a NO, let's sit and hold—  
The moments we cherished with each other,  
Every second spent—let's hold it forever,  
As these memories are the only things that will keep us together.
Sometimes, there are questions that remain unanswered—questions we long to ask the ones who once held us close. But when those answers never come, we cling to their memory, hoping that someday, somehow, they will return with the words we yearned to hear. Until then, we hold on, cherishing what once was.

— The End —