A year has passed
Since you left the void
Where I silently bled tears
No ink flew on paper
No paint on my blank canvas
I awakened today
From a long slumber
Ready to put you behind.
This here is proof of my commitment?

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In kitaabon k panno pe
Bararish ki wo chhitein
Bilkul jese tere wo aansu
Motiyon se behte

Meri hathelio pe theherte
Kehte the kuch mujhse
Teri chhalakti wo muskaan
Seedhe dil me utarke.

Sambhal kar rakhe h mene unhe
In kitaabon k panno me
Pal wo sare in shabdo me simte
Jinhe keh na paye kabhi

Utarte h kore kagaz pe ye
Kuch barish ki dhalti raaton me
Yaadein batori h jisme mene
Na jaane kitne shaamo ki.

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A facade, a dream.
your silhouette forming
and fading
the dark within
A Restless wait
Of beating heart
Agonizing pain
Tears and scars
Open my eyes
To blinding sunrises
Cold sunsets
Chilling my bones
Numb, mind and heart
No love no belief
Nothing to hold onto
No rhyme nor muse
Formless emotions
Trapped in a jar
With fireflies
You caught
Burning my desires
My life and love
Inside out.

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Loneliness crawling like a bug, stinging and burning my insides,
Reminiscing your electric touch, I let it.

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Chin resting on His shoulder,
I watch the lone bird
Sitting atop the golden tower
Perhaps observing us?

He wonders who is he waiting for,
A lover, a daughter, a friend perhaps?
Alone above, watching the sunset,
Awaiting dusk, it then flies away.

I tell my bud, he ain't alone.
He's there to feel the golden turn to a soft red, a loud orange,
Maybe Catch a beautiful gift for his beloved waiting at home.
Or maybe he is just there to see us and think of his best friend who has flown away, awaiting not dusk but his return.

So sometimes I'll see the ugly bird ,
And with a beer shall give you a call.
And we can enjoy another sunset
Perhaps then there will be two pair of wings, and I'll send you a snap,
Awaiting not dawn but your return?

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A rose for the pending love
One for the broken promises
The broken trust demanded two
The unfulfilled lust looked for lilies.

The friendship searched for empty handed, real apologies
But got shallow yellow roses only.

The beautiful bouquet he brought on her funeral
Made her dead heart writhe in misery.

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Maybe it's like homesickness for a home you do not want to return do.

The home you're dying to go to,
The home where you felt you belonged.
In that small town where the air smells of spring.
And roads look like fall.

It was all beautiful but you had to grow out
Move to a big city and spread your wings.
Find night clubs with fancy lights and one bedroom apartment decorated with lame posters
This is Home now.

And you like it here.
The gulmohar tree outside your real home does not even recognise this You!
You don't belong there anymore. Nor do you have any intention of returning.
Not a real desire of either.

But the homesickness stays. It stings. Much like the home you found in the relationship which left you right when you needed it the most.

And maybe just like that , it keeps stinging and you keep growing
and finding and loving better things to do.

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To the goodness of the night,
I wish adieu
And call upon my sleep.

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the lover who sees her, for what she is
Beyond their earthly commitments
And cravings and grievings

Just someone who sits by the window at night
And sees her glowing in all her majesty
Complete with imperfections

She wants to share a love story
Not just hear one
But make one
Where she is the fucking queen.

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