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Kashish Jul 2020
It's now that I know,
The light you used to radiate
Shrouded my life in darkness
The tenebrosity was split by seldom strands of light
That eventually faded away.
mind's chaotic
mouth prefers not to speak
hush, little kid
you're not weak
rest thy heart
those thoughts are not bleak
save it for later
you've got a listener
someone who cares
just utter a silent prayer
Paras Sharma Jul 2020
I hate love songs
I really do
I hate those that remind me of you

I hate burgers
I really do
I hate the mayo you put on top of my tomatoes

I hate you
I really do
I hate that you make me miss you

I hate us
I really do
I hate that we can never let the world know
It makes me blue ...
Prabesh Jul 2020
The story of a beautiful beam balance
That decided to balance two weights
Me and my pal were the unknown participants
Clash of the possibility of two different fates

We both were of equal pounds
Yet, every day was a race to outweigh each other
If only the beam would come down to my favor
Hence continued a fight with no angry sounds
A love for the balance that crossed all bounds

Days and months of relentless grinding
The beam still holds strong, but the weights are getting rusty
Masochists with a  false thread and a weak binding
A journey to quench the beam's needs is getting the weights thirsty

Enough of this, I forfeit this war that only hurts the core
Weird mathematics where the addition of purity divides me more
She claims that she was the victim who had to carry two weights
She says"I hurled my fishing rod with no intention of fishing. It is you guys that took the bait."
Ouch, you were a unique beam balance with multiple needles!!
I hate love songs
I really do
I hate those that remind me of you

I hate burgers
I really do
I hate the mayo you put on top of my tomatoes

I hate you
I really do
I hate that you make me miss you

I hate us
I really do
I hate that we can never let the world know
It makes me blue
Sun is out
The moon so new
With stars above
So bright, so true
A drizzle of fate
Takes me to you
In this daydream together
Till the morning dew
I've written a lot about us
Ten short stories
A hundred poetry

And you?
How many did you write?
A blank page
With the title "I'm Sorry".
I.

Meeting you was more like painting my life in different hues
Getting close to you was my definition of scenic rendezvous

II.

Picking a fight with you was the hardest thing to pursue
It was like staring at the poisonous apple of peru

III.

Losing you was completely forgetting someone's value
But letting you stay was equivalent to losing myself, too.
You
- were the pen I wouldn't use in writing
the paper I wouldn't crumple or throw for shredding
the music I wouldn't let them hearing                                                                                                                                                                            
and the book which pages I'd continue turning.  

You
- were worth keeping and remembering
I
- was the game you keep on losing
the battle you wouldn't be fighting

I -
  was the letter you keep on forgetting.
You are against my choices,
you don't like the decisions I make,
you hate the way I eat,
but all my leftover food, you take

I'm not even your type,
you hate the way I cut my hair;
there's no moment I caught you stare,
you said I'm the abstract
from the painting you wanted to paint

But here we are, still together;
we argue once
we reconcile twice,
we are blinded by love
and that's perfect to me.
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