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Tanya Chaudhary Aug 2014
She believes in benevolent strangers.
She believes in seclusion,
She believes in chaos and confusion.
She can see the light at the end of the tunnel.
Knowing that it's a mirage,
She happily believes in the disillusion.

She believes in dreams, she believes in hope.
Even when the situations are too difficult to cope.

She is bubbly. She talks a lot.
Of random things, Of vague thoughts.

She asks - "Who art thou?"
Can you connect to your darkest, blackest fantasies & thoughts?
Have you made a life for yourself where you can feel them, experience them?
I have . . .

I believe
and
I am crazy.
I see a picture to what seems hazy.
Yes, I am odd.
But, I am free . . .
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HzxiXV-TRqQ
Tanya Chaudhary Aug 2014
I need you so that I could live.
So that I could breathe,
the same oxygen that you do.

I need you so that I could feel,
the emotions that I don't,
the touch that is lost.

I need you to hold me tight,
when I witness a tough night.
I need you because I ****** do.
So that I can make you mine,
taste your lips of wine.

I need you so that I could die.
I love you so that is why.
Whenever I want you, all I have to do is,
*Dream
Tanya Chaudhary Aug 2014
The first words I hear
Every night:
"What's it going to be tonight?"
These are, oft-times,
The final words too....
Tanya Chaudhary Aug 2014
The way it began I should have known.
Thinking that it'll work out, how could I be so wrong.
Held the thread of hope for way too long.
But he never came around. He was always gone.
I should have noticed the pattern, the downfall.
Because
**We first made love on a break up song.
Tanya Chaudhary Aug 2014
Perhaps
If I walk on enough flowers
or maybe shatter
ample hearts,
I may just forget the fact
that
I am made of broken parts.
Tanya Chaudhary Aug 2014
The World is at your feet,
The days just couldn't be better.
You have friends, foes
And momentary lovers,
You have the words & the letters.

You can see the sunshine.
You can see the blooming moon.
You can scale the mountains high.
You can hike and walk the dune.

You feel indestructible.
You may feel proud.
You may feel conquered,
Maybe, on top of a cloud.

Then with a sudden ****, you face that demon.
The world calls it - Reality.
It shatters your existence,
Confuses your life with duality.

Those momentary flings help less,
Cause much more distress.
They do have their charm, but then passion isn't the sole fodder of the soul.
You think of the thing that would bridge that hole.

Like a boomerang, you've oscillated.
Physically & inwardly.
Some benevolent and some ended bitterly.

Then.
KABOOOOM! The epiphany.
You realize a thing is amiss.
A really petty thing that was taken away, that was dismissed.

The World calls it 'Love'.
I call it - 'YOU.'
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*Time has been interminably long. Minutes became years. I never get addicted easily. I’m an island of independence. But I wanted to leave it for you.
Meet me in another universe, one far different from this one. I’ll gladly show you what 150 words failed to convey.
Tanya Chaudhary Aug 2014
Yesterday, he came in my dream.
I was sitting at the edge of the cliff,
watching the hills,
the setting sun, the river flowing
when he came close & screamed:
"Hey! Isn't the view spectacular?"
I was taken by surprise. I couldn't react.
I just nodded.
He always loved nature in particular.

He wanted to chit-chat yesterday.
He could see from my eyes that I still love him.
But, he made it obvious by asking me: "Do you?"

I looked at him and replied that it doesn't make much of a difference because you don't.

He smiled.
The broad grin.
The sharp smirk.

I got carried away,
Keeping my inhibitions at bay.
I confessed that I still find him everywhere.
Unlike him, this time he showed interest.
"What all comprises of your everywhere?" He inquired
He raised his eyebrow.
Smirked some more.
Two of his trademark antics I always adored.

With hesitation, I said he is omnipresent.
He is in my breath, my mind, my head.
He is in the view I was watching,
He is in the shadow of the strangers,
He is in the most innate things.
He is in my heart,
He is in my words,
He is in my dreams.

Hearing this, he looked pleased & said:
"I am honored, I want to ask you another thing. Can I go ahead?"
I said sure, at least we are talking.
He then asked me where I don't find him,
don't see him walking?

I stared in his eyes, smiled,
and replied - Kismat!

-- Good Morning. The End --
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