I have not
seen you in a long time
still I feel
how close to me you are
I try to talk
but my words fail to impact
maybe a hug
would have worked better
Tag: longing
Part of me
Where do you find me now
in the lines of your prose I used to read
in the smell of the food we ate together
in the tune of the song you played for me
Which place had I left untouched
so as not to love you as much
so as I am there with you or not
so as I have evaporated drop by drop
Why did things happen the way we fear
knowing all still we go through it
knowing that one day we are not together
knowing someday you would leave
and like this I am there with you in your thoughts perhaps
what do you call it now?
The Vast Fields
These silent fields
Where I run forever
People do stand by
I do not talk to them
I only run for you
To find where you stand
And when I’ll do
I’ll stand a mile away
Where you could see me
Sense my difficult breaths
Come running to me or
May be go away silently
Then I won’t run ever
To find anyone else
I shall be silent, still
But if you come to me
Holding each other
We shall be still, silent
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…