Cryptic perceptions of ourselves
Have let down the benchmark facts
That held my strong interpretation
Against you

Mystery was rare and unfound
Knowledge is contaminated
By overhyped judgements
That ratifies my fears

How we understand now
Conventional ways have
Proved easier to communicate
How I am still overwhelmed
With your words
And how you still protect that

How this insight has lead our actions
To abstain from holding secrets
How our wilful commencement
Has been the misleading direction
That we chose to embark

How the impact of our anarchy
Has clearly outcast you amongst all
How my thoughts cannot bind
To validate your spoken word

How I am still struggling
To keep your memory, your touch intact
How I cannot regain myself
Through the end of this ruthless glory

How I still know
There’s more to this agony
How my words
Can never do justice
To your perplexed disposition

How your stories
Have influenced my listening
Beyond know-how
How the image of you is still intact
Beyond all naysayers

How I am driven
To write about you
Against your validity
How you have taught me
It is still okay to keep certain things close
And not call it mine.

Do you try to steal the words?
That I use to bestow upon you
Or do you help me say them

I am left with scattered thoughts
Your presence is intimidating,
Leading me to my nothingness
Making me want to tell you
Everything I want to let you know

We are swayed away by a
Sheltered solitude
We talk about weather
And about altered ethics
When we intend to
Confess the unfold affinity

I follow my way to your perfection
Defining your eccentric acts
As a part of my sanity

Let us never
Run out of things to say
To each other
Past our coffee breaches
And contemplate poetry acts

Let us both know
We are on borrowed time
Let me always keep writing about you
And still run out of things to say

I reframe afresh to conclude
Are you an escort to my expression?
Or a catalyst to my dignified silence

I realized I wanted to look in those eyes for the first time,
They used to feel like home for quite some time.

Those are the eyes I don’t ever want to run away from,
A shelter in them, rare found, that keeps me running from.

“What is so beautiful about them?” I wonder.
I find my belief in them, after the wander.
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I know now how I feel when your eyes look into mine,
This can be my next safe place I feel, after such a long time.

This is me, learning to pour out first time in all these years,
And the reason is you, your eyes, in which I lose my little fears.

Somewhere between exchanging silly things & deep conversations with them,
I learnt to voice my words by then.
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The same eyes that I thought where I lost myself,
Fought to become the ones, now seems mirror to the self.

“You have a lot to express” I hear people say,
They’ll know I can now, as I have you anytime, any day.

“What is all this rain, after the storm?”
“Magic of those eyes, that always carried the warmth”.
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“Those eyes could be special” I thought,
For them being the reason feelings emerged other than thoughts.

As I write my first poem, the quest prevailed always, I remember.
But you became the Canvas I needed, the admirer.

I can never be the same, never let them go,
The reason is those two eyes, how can I let you know!

With invested lives and worlds
We stand apart in our own thresholds
Let down by the reality checks
That we missed in our juvenile love
Victimized to our negligence
A wakeup call quotes
The rise and fall of
Some altered conventional phases

I am reminded of you today
When a lover cites the feels
Of grace and homage
For his unrequited love

Let your wisdom pave the way
To fall out the same way
It knit us close
The best closure we can foresee
Would be in the feeling of knowing
Our love is worthy
Of a pleasant memory
Through crossed seas
And parted skies
Marking of a marginal timeless love