i shouted and shouted
she heard, dint say anything
but i could see her lips moving
in agony, disguise, anger
unsaid it was
but had to be said
or did she already take it
my apology..
Tag: emotions
Empty
I feel empty inside
like empty pages
of a book, withered
a leaf flying
a petal falling
a raindrop tickling
a feather picking
lots was untold
lots was unsaid
lots was unspoken
in the empty space
I died…
Abuse
curse me once
curse me twice
curse my breath
curse my voice
curse every smile
every laugh I made
for once you will die
like this inside…
Mine
I lost it again
to bugglars
snatching and
throwing it
smashing all the way
it is still mine…
The Bright Side
Wandering wandering when we reach
the place we’re supposed to be
it has been hard but looks beautiful
as today here I stand, flowery land
It was a day that was written perhaps
otherwise how would it make sense
to show me what I already had
but after I’d lost it, wandering
As if today I’m new, people often touch
but some, at times, touch your life
so deep that it makes you thinking
that how different they are from you
we all are the same perhaps, just one
each struggling at its own pace
only if we could share more, support
it is easier, shine for each other…
Because I never loved you
I don’t love you
But I have suddenly started caring a lot about you
I don’t like you
But I found myself mimicking you unintentionally
I don’t need you
But I feel like talking to you all the time, in my mind
I don’t fancy you
But I feel happy when I see your smiling photos
You’re not in my heart
But I often think what you would be doing/thinking
You’re not my enemy
But I have stopped myself from indulging in you
You’re not my prince
But I imagine you seeing me when I get ready
You don’t bother me
But I cannot think when you look into my eye
I am sorry
I always said just the first lines
I was doubtful
That falling for you was a crime
I was hopeful
That you would understand us
I could not stop you
When you chose to leave my life and us
In all
I have felt you as a part of me
In all
I could not know what you were of me
In all
We have just crossed too far to get back
In all
You have given me the good and the bad
I owed you a poem perhaps
But you owe me nothing…