one day I'll be able to watch the ocean
wipe your name away from the sand
without writing it ever again


© L.F.

अब बात नही होती
अब मिलते भी नही है
अब ब्लॉक भी कर दिया है
अब सारी तस्वीरे भी जला दी है
अब फोन का नम्बर तक डिलीट कर दिया है
उसकी यादे भी अपने दिल में दबा दी है।
अब उसको याद करके रोया भी नही जाता।
लगभग कुछ भी नही बचा अब हम दोनों के बीच
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मगर ये कैसा इश्क़ है खत्म होने का नाम ही नही लेता

One minute you're on fire
The next
You're burnt
That's just how it works

"Burnt" -JP

Today I realized I’m responsible
for the destructive crash
that brought me to where I am.
There were quite a few red lights,
but I ignored them completely.
After all, it’s the green lights
that always look so beautiful
when you are out at night.

His love will never stray away.
He planned it that way.
As beating ended, pain was diminished
With his last breath,He said It is Finished.

Those three days must felt an eternity
but from this act of love we are free.
He rose to show us love never fails.
His power will rain and hail.

Chills tickle our spines
when the story intertwines.
How we got what we didn't deserve.
His love showered in His final words...

Oxygen  Finished




My  dream  suddenly
did  met  a  
baramuda   triangle.

It  was
the   sea
of  black-hole.



A  woman's  desires
did   met  a
space   valcona.

It  was  the  Earth
like    valcona  also.


My  opinions  tried
to    climb   a  
under  sea  -mountain.

But  in  half
journey
the  oxygen  gone
finished.

I’ve had a rough night.
I’ve had a rough decade.
To clear my head I decided to go for a drive,
the cold autumn air, the dark sky, the vacant streets and the glow of the traffic lights can sometimes heal.
Not tonight.
The cold air chilled me to the bone,
the dark sky is without a single star,
the vacant streets create an atmosphere of being on another world; completely desolate, utterly isolated.
The traffic lights are all red, like the anger that burns inside me.
I shouldn’t have gotten in my car tonight.
I have a single headlight, my passenger side burnt out sometime last week.
These things bother me more than they should.

I drove to my old home, where I spent twenty three years of my life.
It’s gone and I knew it would be, they started the demolition in spring shortly after I left it, during one of our coldest winters yet.
But now, a house is being constructed on the lot.
Where once stood a small, modest, cottage looking home has been turned into only a gigantic skeleton of what will be a modern house that holds no unique characteristics.
It will blend in with every other house on the street.
Notice how I say house, not home.
They built right to the hedge, Jesus, they didn’t even leave room for a yard or driveway.
Besides all that, I can only think
“my mother’s soul left her body on this land.”
The same land they’ve covered.
Her temporary bedroom when she turned palliative will probably be their living room, or maybe bathroom.
Whoever lives in this house won’t know that the most wonderful mother in this world died where their house is standing.
They won’t know it was a Christmas morning, and the last thing I ever heard from her mouth was “your arms are getting strong” after helping her to her OMS supplied hospital bed.
These things bother me more than they should.

I usually drive fast and play my music loud,
tonight I’m driving fast to get anywhere but where I am,
tonight I’m playing my music loud to drown out my sobs.
The kind of sobs that hit your body like aggressive shocks.
I hate crying, I despise sobbing.
I don’t get embarrassed, but I’m mortified by my own vulnerability even though I’m alone.
I even fake a laugh and shake my head.
Pretend it’s nothing, and that I’m an idiot, that “that’s just life” and so forth.
These things bother me more than they should.

When you lose the only home you’ve ever known,
are you destined to be transient eternally?
Is it possible to find someone who will love every part of you,
and love you enough to actually show it?
But most importantly,
does it ever stop hurting,
even for a ******* second?