The acoustics highlighting "us"
at this summer's dusk, when
your fingers moved on the strings,
& mine, on the keys. Though,
unfinished, it was the euphony
that became a reason
for the soothe we felt.
The tunes went on, & we bled
togetherness, relying on
"you" & "I", & reuniting "us".
-
And this is what I know; it wasn't
the ocean's fault that I'm
drowning in it, unable to breathe.
..
It wasn't your fault I'm drowning into you.
Maybe still trying hard.
To breathe.
-
Poets are weird.
They use their laughter
to define their sadness..And tears to define
happiness.
-
'Watching people sit under the sparkling sky feels so cool';
The one who sits knows..it's gruelling to watch the brightness of the stars when darkness is roaring inside the soul.-
"You can't handle this, listen to me..quit."
"I am worthy of beating this pain. I won't quit."
"You're completely sore now! The world
isn't with you..what would you do
living like this!?"
"I am healing; preparing to fight! You will be alright.."
–She argued with her outer self lying on the ventilator.-
You say that
Your heart aches
when I cry.
And that's when I control
my tears in front of you
as you lie-
"That's painful right?"
"What?"
"Trying to forget all the smiles that made us happy."
-