The moment your eyes depicted the rejection
I realized I was in the wrong world

Because I don't belong to the world where
We don't end up together

The world where your heart beated for someone else
Was never going to be my world

There are parallel worlds out there,
Where I am with you and you are with me

Where the sun,  shines only to cast our togetherness
by the means of shadow

Where the comet falls only to fulfil our wish

Where the rainbow appears to witness our love

Where the ocean, the silent breeze makes
every scene a Moment of Love

Somewhere in time, I have lost all these worlds,
Which certainly cannot be found again

I lost my way in this world and didn't realized
that this world was not for me,

Because here, in this world, The nature will never witness us together

But somewhere out there, there are parallel worlds
Where you love me the same I do

And wherever those parallel worlds might be

MY  HEART  LIVES  WITHIN  THEM

........  Lost somewhere in time

Everything seemed to be still
There was a slight pain
Darkness was capturing my eyes

I was feeling the whole universe in my breaths

I was in the past , rewinding things

My past reminded me of you

You always said that we are alive only to create a few memories that will create a smile on lips at the last evening of our life

You always found your moments in the magics of universe
I always found them in you

I was able to relive those moments this time
because the flow of breeze touching my soul always reminded me of you


I was not able to differentiate my heartbeats and the ticking clock

And

For a moment , there was Nothing but darkness

I was feeling some more senses other than the five senses which always helped me creating me

I was feeling blind, light and suddenly my eyes opened

I was able to see myself resting on a bed

There was a smile on my lips....

although, incredible, the dogmatic pursuit of absent-mindedness, two left feet up the [redacted]

i would make a remark about how fast the time has gone
but i never looked up
to see it moving

wish upon a
wish upon a
wish upon a moribund eternally pessimistic star

[if i was a poem, dear disinterested reader, i think i would be a fridge poem. not very profound, nor eloquent, and rather insipid; though it's quite funny that i exist in the first place]

Me & Earl & The Dying Light Emblematic Of, Or Perhaps Symptomatic Of, My Interest In Whatever It Is You Have To Say

met a genie on a long road
delivered with the smoke of a cracked kitchen kettle
juggling three wishes
in his drunken monologue
like a blind man juggles bowling pins
and stupidly i used them all
on making the next few tomorrows disappear
                                                                                        and now i'm here
...

anyway how may i take your order?

as if time slows down
that's what it feels like
you are one massive blackhole
and i a helpless shuttle
trying to find a way out of your
endless abyss
that always manages to
bring me back to the place
i never wanted to be in
but it's terrible because
as i move farther away
i see my hair turning gray
and yours still a luscious black
and it gives me fear
to know that i'd age
without the one i thought
would give me a home
so warm so right