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Jun 2020
When the moon shines to its extreme in the sky,
When my eyes shed tears but i tell myself it's not a cry,
When the shadows of the window grill covers up my bed,
I crawl to the window and sit near my desk,
I look towards the houses in my vicinity,
The roads were never so quiet, i wonder if this is really my city,
We have reached a time where 'back to normal' is just a hope,
But if we keep on hurting the environment like we've done all this time, there isn't any scope.  

Amid all these, i do smile when I think about you,
I wonder if you still like the sky to be a pink hue rather than blue,  
My mind keeps on replaying those memories we share,
I don't think god's been fare when my lungs miss your smell in the air,
The only fear i had was losing you, so now i don't fear doing any crime,
People are wrong when they say moving on is just a matter of time,
I hate the person in my mirror, and i am sure it hates me too,
I never felt so impotent and ugly when i was with you,
I feel older than my age and with every breath life just gets more *******,
I won't tell anybody what happened to 'us', perhaps I don't want to sound rude.
It was after you left, did I realize that I had left everybody who cared for me long ago,
Maybe, with you I never needed anybody, maybe you became my ego,
There was a time when i used to think of life as a love song,
But at this cold night i shiver thinking how I got it all wrong,
Since the day you left, I was earnestly waiting for you to follow me,
But it seems i was waiting for the skies to meet the seas.
Written by
Vraj thakkar  19/M/India
(19/M/India)   
98
   George Scaria
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