//We could’ve fallen in love like they do in the movies, climactic and divine!
Or simply hold hands beneath the trail of the shooting stars, where all the dreams align!
Yet, we chose to chart seperate stories wandering down different lanes,
Seeking answers in the wrongfully right places, where the shadows hold the reins!//
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“Rhymeless”
//Time healed everything except the trail of memories strolling down the lonely lanes,
Asking why couldn’t we make it to 'us', with all the strings and stars aligned?
Perhaps all the faults were mine in the first place, or thoughts unkind.
In this chaos of uncertainty, I lost track of emotions, I once knew!
In the process, gradually losing my sanity in the lap of sleepless night's hue!
Yet in the departure of love, there was no rush, no haste,
As hearts were left forsaken, in sorrow encased.
Tried all the words to finish up the poem yet failed to make any of them rhyme!
Cause people don’t abandon love, they leave behind shattered hearts, in anguish confined.//
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//Silent night//
Like a dying wish of a shooting star, she prayed for the night to end without a whisper;
The dawn bled through, solitary and stark, as her body faced the demons, alone in the dark!
The abrasions of the cursed shadow held the tears back till the sunrise, aching every nook of her heart,
In silent screams, her body trembled, while only her injured soul wept its part!-
"Once religious"
In the never ending war of solitude and company's allure,
My soul tugged endlessly, once seeking something pure!
Yearning for love on one side, with all its might,
Yet scorning shattered fragments, in a perpetual fight.
Craving all in a moment with blinding avariciousness, then wanting nothing next,
Truth seemed to be a fleeting lie, like a passing daydream perplexed!
Oh, darling! remember, I wasn’t always this way,
Once my pen was religious too, leading me astray…..!
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In the gallery of memories, you'll linger through joyful frames;
While I’ll keep painting my existence with melancholic verses!
In the chaos of unfitting templates, our worlds will unwillingly diverge forever,
Yet darling! the irony of pain is seeking solace from the one who severed.-
//Poetic thread//
I slowly realised that I’m a poetic thread in the intricate tapestry they used to weave,
Yet within those lines, I had hoped that it is my essence that would be perceived.
When I lowered them from their pedestal, they metamorphosed and appeared mundane,
That's when I understood, in their verse, I'm a mere phrase, an untold tale!
Today, in retrospect, echoes of shattered vows and forsaken dreams cry out,
Yearning for freedom from the scarred past’s shackles and shroud;
However, this time, I've sealed the entrance to these haunting corridors, tight and loud!
Because love, it’s difficult to accept but,"If they wanted to..they definitely would..!"
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'I Wish'
In your once affable gaze, I found the echo of my soul's counterpart,
Who eagerly waited to see my brainchild in that ball gown I once drew!
Now lost amidst the veils of unfamiliarity and perplexed emotions..
Whispering, a regretful hymn, "I wish that I had never met you..!"
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//Paradoxical Poet//
Once I was paradoxical enough to love you through your wars!
But patient enough to wait for the realignment of the stars..
Stubborn enough to fight alongside your thicks and thins..
Yet Godly enough to accept all my remorseful sins!
Eyes full of dreams veiled by the weights of rumination,
Embarked on a journey to self-destruct..ahh! a tragic exploration!
In every step of mine, intrusive thoughts seized control,
Yet, the drowning voice never surfaced to plead for the soul!
But I tried, I tried to give faith an one more chance,
For as an atheist, you were my sole whispered trance;
Broken, mended, then shattered once more, I faltered in my quest to find 'US',
Beneath the night's tender shroud, I found solace in our dreamy nightmares' hush!
Still, silly me tried to stitch the words with a broken pencil’s lead,
On an oily paper, hoping to find the void amidst the dread;
Cause sweetheart, I believed, every broken piece no matter how far they are,
Harmonized in tears, a relentless chorus of broken souls, always weep together!
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In poetry we don’t ask, "Are we still together?"
We ask, "In the twilight of my soul's departure, as my heart weeps and breath takes its final toll,
My eyes, seeking solace, ponder the poignant query: are we still us? or does suffering bear a solitary soul?"-