The meaningless silly talks
Those soap bubbles
The fun life with you
The purest of the cuddles.
The night time blabbering
The craziest of the riddles
Sharing secrets in the dark
When life appeared like puzzle
It’s not visible to eyes,
but the feeling is deep down
digging a grave,
inside my heart
no one is at peace
melancholy has settled
like a sudden change in weather
like a pain that’s intangible
can’t tell where it hurts
but somewhere it does
so I bury myself – the crestfallen one
maundering without an ambition
which made me hollow
To be gentle with me
is the only thing I plead
Don’t open the wounds
that haven’t started to bleed
It hurts gently like the cold rain
I wipe them,
the tears rolling down
and yes, beyond recognition
lies my past
with mixed shades of pink and brown
where I stood at departure holding my faith
waiting for the moment
that never came
and will never come
because the verdict was announced
and there was a bedlam
and the fragrance of pain
is all over the air
so I get up and rise still in pain
because I am strong
to remind everyone
that strong doesn’t mean no pain
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Time doesn’t heel always
Time heals griefs and quarrels, for we change and are no longer the same persons. Neither the offender nor the offended are any more themselves.
– Blaise Pascal
It doesn’t hurt anymore, for that I must thank you,
Though forgetting promises has become part of you,
Some questions are still awaiting answers,
And here I am wondering if you can help with few.
Talking about the one above us, I heard he doesn’t exist anymore,
But the truth is that your glance is as good as worshipping at his door.
Oh short lived love but colorful love
Since the time you left, my lips haven’t stopped complaining
Ever since the ship of my heart has been dangling and sinking…
And now the tears have begun a revolt
My heart is now overflowing with tears, so cold.
Your absence is interrupting my life…
Ever heard of a broken heart that still wants to beat?
Because now the heartbeat is almost a need…
Pain has never been a one way transaction, so can you please stop hurting?
The day you will realize this, oh you will be back with your love spurting.
Just one question – why is this life becoming a haunt?
Awaiting the last breath has pretty much become a want
I am done calling out for you, now it’s your decision
Not sure what I am waiting for, but waiting has become a habit, without compulsion….