life

A part of me

And suddenly I stopped waking
Up to a hope, of signs from you.
A decade and a quarter with you
Vanished , just like that!
We rolled all our memories
And smoked them away.
Perhaps I should have never
trusted you with my life.
Maybe I didn't, when you
Promised to never go.
Maybe I didn't, when you
Said you don't love.
I wish one day we realise
The value of what we had.
Until then I wish you well
And I move ahead,
hoping to find love again.
Not anymore, no grudges held.
You just gave up and pushed me
Off the cliff. You saved yourself.
I concur to the difficulty of
Facing your true self.
You became weaker and I,Could no
Longer hold you up. You were
right, maybe we never were
meant to be. Yet we are
left and forever will
be ,with a part of
you and me.
Farewell
To one
Long
Lost
Me.
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The lost wait

Beyond the nightfall 
Before the dawn, 
There's is a world of dreams 
In which I meet you. 
Crossing the threshold of reality 
Embracing the lucid, fluidity,
I feel you,holding me from 
Breaking apart.  

Waking up to the world, not ours,  
I yearn for that moment of love. 
Having not found it I turn onto 
The light and wait for it to pass. 
You, had  left. Perhaps I was
Late.You didn't wait and I,
Never stopped waiting.
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Soul Love

 

"Love? What is that? nothing
but a figment of my imagination"
Lingering, longing, lasting love
Simmering and steaming with passion.
Upon the first glimpse
One is blinded with the glare of desire.
Looking closely, it is a shield of metal.
What the world sees as an epitome,
Is as hollow as inside of a tomb."

The mind knows to differentiate
it cannot love anyone without 
loving itself. "Who ever I love, 
said he, must reciprocate."

But the gracious soul,
the innocent one with a feeble voice,
chuckled at the ignorance of the mind.
" You poor thing, you, she said,
don't you see? are you blind?,
you can only love yourself,
when you are selfless.
The universe is within us and 
we are within the universe.
Love is that state of being 
which transcends and
does not coerce."





 



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Reminiscing experiences

I know not anymore what I spoke
Albeit I know what I felt.
Memory is becoming a pariah to the mind
It is your touch that reminds me
of who I am and what want to be.
The early morning vulnerabilities,
emotional and physical
remind me of the time we had,
of the your breath,soothing me
back to bed.
And then, anxiety creeps,
Will the azure of the sea 
and sky ever be one?
Distance is the horizon,
you, the limitless sky and
I, the never-ending sea.