I love him
And he loves me
This is not where the story begins
but where it ends
And it's killig me
It's really killing me
That how even with all the time we bought
forever did not last as long as we thought

All i want to do
is curl around him
get lost in him
breathe him
in and out
feel my taste
on his lips
cling to him
and just stay like that
infinitely
with him, more felt better
a bit more closer
with him, more always felt less
and i could not help
but crave for more and more

8PM :
" I'm sad 'cause she will never love him the way you do "
Yes, she won't. No one will

Does she know
that dawn is your favorite time of day
how it embarks a new beginning
and *how both light and dark
exist together
complementing each other's beauty
just like..you and me

does she know
that you wake up in the middle of night
gasping for air
you had dreamt of a giant hole
swallowing all that you loved
it's a childhood fear
you could never get over
it might not make sense to the reader
but it.. he makes perfect sense to me


Does she know
that you miss your grandad
and how it kills you
that you share your birthdate
with his

Does she know that wherever you went
you never felt belonged
so you escaped and found your peace
in nature..that's how you feel healed

does she know
that she haunts you every night
till i came around and loved him enough
for both of us

Would she care
to write a poem about you
an hour before exam

i know she soes not
i know she would not
And i could have said this and many more
but all my lips muttered was
"She'll love you in ways i never did"
No, she won't. She does not even know you.

Yesterday 2pm
you quoted some author
"I wonder how many of us
don't get the the person we want
but end up with the one we are supposed to be"
i nodded
and ran away crying
'cause deep down
i thought you're the one i was supposed to be with
that you and I were meant to be"

02pm :
he told her how he felt
i don't know how he did not hear my bones crack
and my insides burn out
and the blood in my veins evaporate
or maybe he did not care?
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time slowed down
nothing mattered
.
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mobile beeps.
your message
she needs time
.
.
.
.I asked you how much time she needs
(how much moments before i lose you? the guy who always there whenever i pictured myself in future will become nothing but a memory)
you said point?I told her i am not moving on. She has a lifetime to decide. And if afterlife exists then even that.
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everything blacked out
i could feel my empty heart being forced to beat.
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i don't know how to continue this
i just had to write this because i no longer wanted these feelings inside of me
endangering the life they possess.
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.
(looks back at the beginning)
I love him,
he loved me
but the story ended
on a tragic
note
because
I'm a Hindu
And he's a Muslim

sometimes I am the storm destroying everything that gets in my way, most of the time I am house of cards, torn apart even by a gentle sway
sometimes I am the beautiful sunrise, most of the times i am the blackness of night
sometimes rainbows come to me and borrow my colors, most of the time I Am the queen of everything broken and dark
sometimes I am gravity, most of the times I'm just a void
sometimes I am a strong tide, most of the times I'm the footsteps washed away on sand
sometimes I am what you want, most of the times I am everything you want to run away from but you can't
sometimes i am the warmth, but always I am the damp storehouse you never visit
sometimes I am the sound of windchimes playing that remind you of home, most of the times I am the slamming of the door and You're always leaving
sometimes I am the lullaby that helps you sleep, most of the times I am the silent screams in your head that won't leave you alone
sometimes I'm fire but mostly I'm ashes on the floor,
sometimes I Am hurricane but mostly I am the first building to fall
sometimes i am passion but mostly i am the regretful tears
sometimes I am your muse but mostly i am the song whose lyrics you always forget

*Sometimes I'm the sun but mostly I'm the ray whose shadow left itself for him

A bouquet of dead roses wrapped in a cobweb. - A metaphor for me at night

You look into my eyes and sense something's wrong
i smile and say nothing , it's just not been my day at all
YOU SAY THERE'S MORE TO IT THAN YOU SHOW
I THINK YES,THERE'S MORE TO IT BUT YOU'LL NEVER KNOW

you sigh and kiss my cheeks and leave
i hold my breath and bite my lips
careful of every word i say
never showing how i wish you had stayed
your skin ignites mine wherever they meet
leaving me in a bitter-sweet pain
HOW CAN MY HEART CRAVE FOR SOMETHING IT HAS NEVER SEEN ?

And your warm brown eyes penetrate through my wall ,
through the guards and melt my frozen heart
I CAN FEEL YOUR SMILE SPREAD ACROSS MY OWN LIPS
yet how it tastes , i'll never know
your hands ..i'll never get to hold .

your innocence is what made me fall
but now i see that you're much more
a slash of naughty , a bit selfish
a tinge of darkness in your pure white soul
and the thing thing connects us both --"a sea of crazy .."
IT'S STRANGE HOW YOU ARE EXACTLY HOW I WANTED YOU TO BE

To know you is to know love
To love is to know you
the two can't be ever separated
*you're love, and love is you