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Tanya Chaudhary Jul 2014
Right now melancholy is quite existential.
Hiding in the deluge of rapturous July rain -
**partially a smile, partially a pain.
Tanya Chaudhary Jul 2014
Movies, Music and Musings
I **** my time with you.
Still,
Whenever I go to that parallel universe,
I can't help but think of YOU.
Your movies,
Your Music,
Your words were my musings.
Now, I am left with just some hazy memories.
They seem to fade away slowly,
But, I grab them tightly and cage them again.
This is the freedom I despise.
I strangle my last chance of moving on.
Sigh, I have a collection of dismantled almosts.
And this is where I live.
And this is where I shall die.
Tanya Chaudhary Jun 2014
Hi and Goodbye.
The story of my life.
Some stay, some leave,

Oh! What a lovely breeze!!!

#Cheerup #Optimist #Hope
Tanya Chaudhary Jun 2014
I wake up confused,
Thinking was I used?
Or abused?
Or just misused?

You are recurrent. Unstoppable.
Each night, you seem more audible.

I know, I am a dreamer
And it's in my nature to imagine
Of world unknown and
Of ignited passion.

But, these dreams
Make me wake up all soaked
In sweat and guilt.
It's incomprehensible. I feel so choked.

Seven nights, seven dreams, seven days of a week.
Every day, each day, same dream as if part of a powerful clique.

I tried to decipher you,
Know you, meet you, oh dreams!
Why are you bothering me?
What do you want?
Or are you hinting on something,
It seems...

Lost among this confusion,
I conferred
That this may just be,
A reality deferred.

(Soon)
Tanya Chaudhary Jun 2014
I thought I am brave,
and I won't crave,
Of something that never was mine,
was never mine to take.

But today, a normal humid day,
I am left to my sources. Alone in my house. My heart is the prey.
I feel stupid and naive.
I just feel deceived.
I feel a null, a void and disbelief.

I just feel I feel too much to be felt.
But still, I don't hate you.
Because indirectly you taught me how to fly.
You taught me it's okay to say "goodbye".
You made me strong like a brick.
Ah, but when I see your smile, it still does the trick.
My heart still flutters and I feel dazed.
oh that smile, what magnificence. what grace.

I won't say I love because you might not say it back.
And it's okay, because I have accepted that fact.
But, I won't leave until I confess something you might have not foreseen,
that,

you were my red, yellow and blue.
and everything in between.
Tanya Chaudhary Jun 2014
First I think of writing something.
Then I think of erasing it.
Then I think of hiding it in a metaphor.
Again I think of erasing it.

Nonetheless, I write.
Nonetheless, I erase.
The more I erase, the more I write.

Yet, my pen does not have enough ink to describe what I feel.

— The End —