A redundancy,
I smell disdain.
No escape from the pungency.
A failure to break the chain.

A hole grows,
Inside while only one knows.
You, the keeper,
of the inner weeper.

Why wasn't there a difference?
No time to change?
A guess made from inference.
With 10 years, how strange.

Night swallows the sun,
leaving only shadows tall—
we remain,all that’s left.

I miss you

I miss your face

and how i long

for your embrace




And when you smile

you shine so bright

not a day goes by

without your light




When your path becomes rough

I wish i was there

to help smooth things out

but i don’t know how, when or where




We laughed together

And we cried

we were always there for each other

until i found out that you lied




The day you left

sleepless nights

i lost myself in

all the endless fights




I love you

I hate you

because there’s nothing

there is nothing i can do







I can’t even bring myself

to look deep in your eyes

I try to look strong

but the tears bring forth my demise




When we cross paths

i try to ignore that pretty face

but instead i turn around

and try to walk at my own pace




I wish

i could see you again

to go back to the old days

when you were my friend

~For Pradip~*
Pradip: who yet walks among we useless

<>

this
layabout in my drafts,
driftwood in a sea of
******* poems in a circumscribed
hell
for who knows for how long,

all that is certain is that
summer ending dreading,
is in full force
now marching
forward,  
with the end of days

of body chilling whipped winds,
cold so paining no one be bothering
to breathe out white steamy curses
and life is a half a calendar league
too far to be believed

I mate much coffee imbibed,
the cheeks wet incessant,
no error, the death thots~
throes come in waves persistent,
like the monsoons we’ve survived,

it’s easier to recall army of  losses
than the few
teaspoons victories,
who cares,
they plentiful companions,
reliable,
and we
share them with cups of black tea,
salted by our tiny tears that this too
shall past

for:*

it’s the seasonality of our lives,
and these are the  days of
unending unendurable
grayscale

How I wish, Caro
That you'd not have incompletely left
Had showed your desire more than you let
Less empty reassurances
And sadistic impossibilities
We both knew it would never be,
But you didn't even try to fight
For the possibility of a present
Instead you cornered yourself
With thoughts no descent
The greater probability that a future is nonexistent.
It caused such a drift
And I couldn't even hold on
How might I; when friction won't stay any long
You didn't leave completely, Caro.
You never will.
You never stopped gripping my hand.
You didn't,
But somehow did still
When you corroded the forces binding us so much.
That now,
I can't be wrathed at the situations for prying
As even I,
Want me to stop Trying

I asked you to meet me,
where the streets hum soft with rain,
in Amsterdam's quiet whispers,
where we could start again.

The canals held our secrets,
the bridges our unspoken dreams,
but now those pathways lead you
somewhere far beyond my reach, it seems.

I thought love would linger,
like the mist along the Seine,
but now you stand with another,
and I'm left calling your name.

The tulips have bloomed without me,
and your heart’s no longer mine,
yet I trace the steps we never took,
in a city lost to time.

So meet me in the echoes,
of a song that fades away,
where Amsterdam remembers us,
but knows you couldn’t stay.

Bored and lazy,
I lay my head down.
My eyes are closed,
Daydreaming.

I do not want
To do a thing,
A side effect
Of using.

I need a
Substance
Just to care,
Even when
I'm losing.

I'm thoughtless
When I'm sober,
Indifferent to
Refusing.

Learn from my
Mistakes;
Don't learn
By doing.

I wish I
Wasn't ruined.