Tonight I feel like a blind man strolling around the neighbourhood without his stick or a Captain sailing on a long voyage with a broken compass.

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Pondering on a thought deeply ;
As I listen to him snore swiftly .
A beautiful sight ,
But a brutal side
Of a man out of love.

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It’s two-twenty-four in the morning,
And I sit here with another appetising thought.
Who do I blame this time?
My choice or me as a person,
Or maybe it’s just my hunger for midnight tears?
So who or what is it this time?
My quivering waves of thoughts,
Or the weary stars of fate?
Perhaps, the faded shooting star I missed.

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Maybe you felt like I wasn’t trying my best
As you stood outside and looked at the surface.
Maybe as a passerby it appeared to you that I wasn’t giving my best.
As you judged my unfiltered words
Maybe you are used to loving with conditions
And I am new to rules.
Maybe you count the sweats drop by drop
to acknowledge ones contribution
And perhaps my skin is naturally parched.
Or Maybe it’s ME.
Maybe I need to follow the guidelines of love
To sway towards the breeze of love
Maybe I need to be on my toes
To be accepted.
Maybe I need to cage my opinion
And smile gently
Or perhaps I should just be everything but myself

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Him and I

We used to crave for time;
To spend every minute together .
We used to long to see each other .
And every day we used to whisper;
I miss your more!

We used to pray to be together forever.
Like if there’s eternity, we’d be together even there.
We used to sleep on calls, ah! peaceful nights!
We used to love like in novels.
We used to be together!

Now we sleep on cold bed.
Inches apart but heart in shatters.
We became I, and now,
I crave for his time, our moments!
I long for him even when he’s ten steps away.
Not able to fathom, his absence and presence.

Now I pray in confusion.
Oblivious of why things changed.
And If love is there, where is it?
Did love left for eternal space?
Now I pray for my heart that still loves dearly.
When will you leave?
Shouldn’t you leave with his?
Why did you chose to stay and torment my poor heart?

Will love ever find it’s way back to him?

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For four winters, I’ve loved you.
And for four winters, I’ve been drown in blue.
Your uncertainty and insincerity;
Keeps me on edge of
Acceptance and dejection.

For four winters, I’ve longed for you.
And for four winters, I’ve been cold.
Your goofs and moods;
Camouflaged emotions,
Caging me in the chaos of mind and heart.

For four winters, I haven’t been sane
And for four winters,
you’ve yeeted my heart Into the pit of melancholy.

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When the power of ink meets
The vulnerability of emotions.
You wouldn't see a greater weapon.

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Do you see the dumping zone down the street?
Can you please help me dump you there?

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He said, I was his pills, a dose; he wanted to be overdosed with.

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Four summers;
Four hundred scribbled pages.
For I've loved you for 1460 days and more.

Four summers;
Four thousand scars,
And 1460 reasons to not love you.

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