It’s time to let you go,
Though it hurts my ego,
I wasted countless nights,
But here I stand---
A fallen knight.
A knight with no purpose,
One who has failed his circus,
But has no other option,
Than watching his own auction.
I had dreamt of the future,
Which is now harshly rupture,
There is nothing left to say,
From a man whose core decayed.
This is my way to move on,
So, a line can be drawn,
A line which distances us two,
For I cant survive the ache of you.
You don’t like me,
Is what now I see,
So, I end my plea,
As I start to venture into the sea
The sea of now opportunities,
With some new communities,
Far away from your hue,
Toward a horizon born anew.
I cant look into your eyes,
Your name is why my heart cries,
I cannot stand your presence,
For it brings the thought of your absence.
Absence of someone powerful,
Someone who was desireful,
But now this solitude,
Is my new longitude.
My brain says—
Someone better is yet to be found
But my wistful heart is nothing but bound
Bound to love you, Bound to forgive you
However sad I maybe,
I have learnt you aren’t the key,
So, I end this useless approach,
To find someone beyond reproach.
Sep 17, 2025
Sep 17, 2025 at 2:49 PM UTC
It’s time to let you go,
Though it hurts my ego,
I wasted countless nights,
But here I stand---
A fallen knight.
A knight with no purpose,
One who has failed his circus,
But has no other option,
Than watching his own auction.
I had dreamt of the future,
Which is now harshly rupture,
There is nothing left to say,
From a man whose core decayed.
This is my way to move on,
So, a line can be drawn,
A line which distances us two,
For I cant survive the ache of you.
You don’t like me,
Is what now I see,
So, I end my plea,
As I start to venture into the sea
The sea of now opportunities,
With some new communities,
Far away from your hue,
Toward a horizon born anew.
I cant look into your eyes,
Your name is why my heart cries,
I cannot stand your presence,
For it brings the thought of your absence.
Absence of someone powerful,
Someone who was desireful,
But now this solitude,
Is my new longitude.
My brain says—
Someone better is yet to be found
But my wistful heart is nothing but bound
Bound to love you, Bound to forgive you
However sad I maybe,
I have learnt you aren’t the key,
So, I end this useless approach,
To find someone beyond reproach.
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