And now that you have left,
why does it feel like you were never there,
but yet, are listening somewhere here?

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Diye ka kya hai,
wo toh jal kar chali gayi.
Nami unn ankhon mein reh gayi,
jise wo roshni yaad hai..

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Growing up is seeing
that your heroes
are humans, too..

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(Complete poem in caption)
©bankachaand

Blue.
The color of the dying light.
The color of starlit nights.
Of deep oceans. Of clear skies.
And of melancholic sighs.
Of insomnia. Of blueberry delights.
Almost all your clothes,
your make up, your hair highlights.
Your favorite color.
The shade of your smiles.

You have always loved blues.
And lived through many.
"Sailed through", you correct me,
with a wink in your eyes.

Of late, it's also the color of
your translucent skin, especially
under your eyes.

You have always wished
your eyes were blue.
Now I find their red never gone.
Greys more noticeable,
under the shimmers you put on.
Your veins show more of 'em,
while your smiles quiver too.
Your face has patches of them,
you say you don't know why.

You still ride in your indigo bike,
hairs dancing with the wind,
jazz in your ears, defiance in your eyes.

I hope you still dream of running
under blue skies and a rainbow,
radiating a thousand hues.
Not waiting for a hand to hold,
but just happy to have survived
another tide of blues.

-

They ask me
why I drink from the poisoned chalice
everyday.

They don't know,
those few drops of love remind us
why we are alive.

-

And those who couldn't see,
what cannot be seen
by eyes only,

would call Love
blind.

-

And sometimes,
love means
staying away and letting them be.

Clap and cheer for them
all you want, still.
Just not within their hearing, nor sight.

And maybe just wish them well
in your hidden diary,
and send a prayer on a melancholic night.

-

Love,
your words taste sweet again, tonight.

how do I remind myself,
that it is poison still?

-

when your heart implodes,
and your lips
don't betray a sound.

-

Little by little you
moved away,
and showed me
life is beautiful anyway.

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