Afsana-e- hasthi

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Friends

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

Flying high

Beautifully broken

The sinking

Food for thought

The cosmic pain

Unhealed

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

Trapped

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….