#realised - Hello Poetry

I listen to these songs one after the other playing on my playlist But each of these songs hold tags of memories The memories I live everyday through them Well, there is a memory of a boy Not a man whom I liked Not loved And that one song looks like him The song I played As I passed through those corridors to get a glimpse of him But here I am humming ' Heather ' As I see his girl laughing by his side I never imagined myself at 'her' place But he looked beautiful from a distance It gave that restless heart a kiss It felt good... So now I don't look at the boy I liked But his lover What 'she' wears How 'she' talks Her demeanor, that attracted him I am not jealous But 'she' makes me curious And I feel like learning about 'her' Turns out, Khaab was better than her But still not in 'her' place... I can't get jealous I never had that right Because I liked him from a distance He is not my moon But he looked charming 'She' loves him And sees his flaws They love each other everyday... And that can not be me As loving is tiring I do not love everyday But I do hate this flesh everyday How could I be 'her'? When I don't love myself And I get back to those songs Where I feel like the protagonist The unloved one The one, some call ' The villain'.

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Jun 4, 2023

Jun 4, 2023 at 2:40 AM UTC

Surkhab

His lover

I listen to these songs one after the other playing on my playlist But each of these songs hold tags of memories The memories I live everyday through them Well, there is a memory of a boy Not a man whom I liked Not loved And that one song looks like him The song I played As I passed through those corridors to get a glimpse of him But here I am humming ' Heather ' As I see his girl laughing by his side I never imagined myself at 'her' place But he looked beautiful from a distance It gave that restless heart a kiss It felt good... So now I don't look at the boy I liked But his lover What 'she' wears How 'she' talks Her demeanor, that attracted him I am not jealous But 'she' makes me curious And I feel like learning about 'her' Turns out, Khaab was better than her But still not in 'her' place... I can't get jealous I never had that right Because I liked him from a distance He is not my moon But he looked charming 'She' loves him And sees his flaws They love each other everyday... And that can not be me As loving is tiring I do not love everyday But I do hate this flesh everyday How could I be 'her'? When I don't love myself And I get back to those songs Where I feel like the protagonist The unloved one The one, some call ' The villain'.

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that house felt like home... They didn't want to leave the old couple alone.

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Aug 28, 2020

Aug 28, 2020 at 3:09 AM UTC

Surkhab

And after centuries,

that house felt like home... They didn't want to leave the old couple alone.

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I am gonna live forever through my poetry and my story even if I perish to the suspected brain tumour from the internal injuries in my brain that still persist as massive blood clots, tinnitus, vertigo and hence a probable tumour. https://www.amazon.com/dp/aw/B00MYY0DMA http://hellopoetry.com/Atul/poems/popular

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Nov 4, 2016

Nov 4, 2016 at 9:11 AM UTC

Atul

The best thing I realised today:

I am gonna live forever through my poetry and my story even if I perish to the suspected brain tumour from the internal injuries in my brain that still persist as massive blood clots, tinnitus, vertigo and hence a probable tumour. https://www.amazon.com/dp/aw/B00MYY0DMA http://hellopoetry.com/Atul/poems/popular

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Someone has made my bed differently today, For the covers are brown and rough, I can't be certain who it was that tucked it in so tightly at the sides, (I always hated that...) So constricting; I cannot move. Such discomfort. It's almost as if I am trapped in some form of elaborate prison. I really cannot bear this cover; For it hardly keeps me warm at all. So cold, so scratchy, I feel frozen so that I cannot stir, My skin, like ice. And yet... I rest so peacefully.

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Oct 2, 2013

Oct 2, 2013 at 9:10 AM UTC

hushhush

Underlying.

Someone has made my bed differently today, For the covers are brown and rough, I can't be certain who it was that tucked it in so tightly at the sides, (I always hated that...) So constricting; I cannot move. Such discomfort. It's almost as if I am trapped in some form of elaborate prison. I really cannot bear this cover; For it hardly keeps me warm at all. So cold, so scratchy, I feel frozen so that I cannot stir, My skin, like ice. And yet... I rest so peacefully.

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