your head spins,
with thoughts that shan't
stay with you when in need;
so pause, let it spin,
hold onto your heart,
and listen to it beat;
it's beating for none,
none but you,
and it will calm you down,
one beat, at a time!

-

People come and go,
like it's no one's business,
and some hurt you till you bleed,
like it's their only purpose,
rhyming to your every wound,
they pretend to be a poet,
and when you're no longer of use,
they dare to scatter your soul,
and name you their muse;
your life isn't what they see,
not everyone can feel your essence,
and those that can, may not
always be at an arm's distance!

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Come back soon; see you soon;
will meet you later;
let's plan for next time;
phrases used mindlessly and often,
to anyone known and
sometimes, unknown;
but to the ones that matter,
the heart makes every effort,
in adding a little more soul
to the tone, the demeanor,
and bringing to life, the feelings
of hopeful longing,
yearning and pining!

-

Day lights up my room,
and wakes me up;
Squinting at the golden yellow,
I make a wish, a request no less,
to grab a little glow
and rekindle the dimming hope,
in the bleak darkness of my life,
that keeps me on my toes,
still and solemn, silent and sundry;
A wish unto the heavens,
to wake me up from this dream,
a tiring walk, a traveller lost,
on an endless, starless night.

-

Strangers again now, aren't we?
As I stand here thinking,
how we loved and lived,
I see you forget everything.
Oh, how the time flies!

It wasn't a dream,for I remember it all.
Your eyes looking at me,the curve of your lips,
smiling at me and with me,
every crease in your hand,every mole on your face,
and every inch of our space.

/Full poem in caption/

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Heaven's tears to brighten the earth.

-

I must re-learn how to live again,
and that I'd been happy before you,
so shall I find my happiness,
even if it takes time and not worry
that I can't live without you, anymore.

-

eat fried chicken with a glass of soda
and play games until I forget the stress
and fall asleep midway.

-

gathers memories like rust,
around its edges;
it stays there, waiting,
to be opened
by a curious soul;
and with time,
its lustre diminishes not,
for it glows like the sun,
yellow with a red rim;
and the one to open it,
shall have found a treasure,
a piece of life,
filled with experiences,
and lessons invaluable.

-

you keep going,
for time won't stop,
and this too shall pass,
is what they say,
and I ask them,
how should you keep going,
and they do not know.

So I tell myself,
don't listen to them,
life is when you live it,
and pain gives you lessons
and difficulties, scope to grow.

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