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The Dark Side of Me

There is a darkness that surrounds me. A deceptive darkness. My dark side. This darkness consumes all like the black hole. How could I've let you in, the Light When I could not get out of my own dark side.

The Cusp Of Love

I held that cup tight and cautiously, as if it's not the cup But our relation that I was holding on to. You were engrossed in sorting the clothes. 'Hey, coffee for you.' You smiled, I smiled. 'It's good,' you said. 'I think I know your tastes better now.' I pronounced with some self adulation. You look at me with amazement and obliviousness at the same time. I knew in that very moment that our love is still incomplete. I still cannot say you're the one because in you I see   a split   The you that I know and the you that I don't know.

The Silent Transformation

He looks at me with a smile and I smile back. He kisses my head and says you've the most beautiful smile. I smile a little wider and then curb it guiltily. I've heard this before, I've believed this before. He wants me to be happy and I'm happy with him. But you know that... There is no eye that sees me the way you did Neither a heart that feels my heart like you did. May be I'm no more the me in love. I've transformed with time but that feeling hasn't.

The 1484 days since...

My heart raced a million miles in those few seconds It's been years since that unceremonious goodbye And there you were looking as beautiful as ever. The dinner. The goodbye. I stayed there for a moment, I let the grief shroud my soul, I let the cloud burst occur in my eyes. Shattered I returned to that place which took you away from me Only to realize that I've been robbed of my memories The one I needed to console my heart Just sneaked into my diaries and Tore all my musings, my conversations with you. I was not entitled to love and now I'm not entitled to express my pain either. I rest in dark sadness tonight and Hope that the dreamer meets his dream.

The Antidote To Happiness

She was silently staring at the horizon, in a trance, wistfully thinking. I placed the coffee in front of her and asked, 'what are you thinking?' She stared at me and I noticed her vacant eyes. 'Nothing', she said. 'Sometimes it's not the life that we live But the life that we can't which Is the reason of our heart's despair.'

The Victims Of Love - 4

You don't understand love. You experience it. It's the experience that's eternal Not love, sometimes...

The fable of the land and the sea

"You and I, the land and the sea." "Land and sea, I don't understand" "There are days when the sea is calm. I'm content with just having you, there.  I know you're in your own world still I'm calm." "And." "And, there are days when the sea is restless.  I want you to reach my depths, explore me, I desire you, I want you." "Can't we just merge, become one." "We can't, for you're the land and I'm the sea,  and our coming together will mean destruction for our world." "Why then, am I the land, and you're the sea?  Why can't we both be sea, intermingling where the land ends,  exploring each other's mystery?  Why can't we be?" "....." (my answer might not be your's. you find your own answers of this one)