U and me can't be together
I know we have  tired
And there were times
when we thought of us
In a future
Now it's just a dream
That is nothing but a black screen
We can't be together
When our meaning of forever is never same

All i wanted was time
All i needed were the words
U you never gave them
In the search of the other
Now all u left me with is the pain
But still all i can ever think of is u
Now it's just the thoughts of u
I am all left with ....
Now i wanna move on
But everytime i try
All i see is u everywhere
Now when all u see is her

All we do is to
Live in the imagination
Of things that will never
Come across or happens in real life
like each and every person did
i did too but u were my imagination
all ur smiles
all ur laughs
all ur tears
all the funny jokes
and the "just woke up face"
i imagined all to well and everything perfect
but u never saw me in ur imagination

Little did u know
How I was crying
While u were blaming me
for all the things u did
and all that we had to go through
but
Why couldn't you realise
how you were killing me
piece by piece?
word by word?
action by action?
day by  day?
hour by hour?
minute by minute?
till every last butterfly perished and
every last leaf withered to the dust...

A motherless child
Though she lived right up the road
An only son
A want for one never shown
If she could love
I would have never known
Nature or nurture?
Never mattered, I pondered alone

©2023

When criminal activity at a place doesn't cease
all the people will never enjoy any lasting peace.
____

"we were never lonely
and never afraid
when we were together.

I know that the night
is not the same
as the day:
that all things are different,
that the things of the night
cannot be explained in the day,
because they do not then exist,
and the night can be a dreadful time
for lonely people once their
loneliness has started.

But with Catherine there was
almost no difference in the night
except that it was an even better time.

If people bring so much courage
to this world the world has to ****
them to break them, so of course
it kills them. The world breaks every
one and afterward many are
strong at the broken places."

A Farewell to Arms,
Ernest Hemingway

kindness is never free!

it has to be learned to be earned,
it is not a natural choice but comes
to live in our genes after observing
it beneficial impacts, it munificence,
a two lane highway, divided by a
dotted line,
so that it can go across  fluidly,
a streaming with no unilateral
direction, reversing course as needed

nope, not free, it comes with callused
hands lifting up a fallen one, even better,
taking unasked another’s elbow for safe
guidance, kindness prevents, making its
value greater than pears and rubies, yes,
it is infectious…

because you cannot receive it,
or returned,
until you’ve taught its
beauteous character,
seeing is believing,
tasting is knowing,
it’s shocking power is astounding,
a special
sounding that requires
not words, but words
and actions, a total package,
for it completes
the human far beyond
mere existence…