Every night I stay awake,
I wait to wake up,
Wake up from the dream.
To find that it was all
But in my head,
As bad as it seems.

To see- I am still sleeping
In your arms. Your face,
I recall, an oasis of peace.
To hear your breathes,
And sink in your smell,
As I feel your warmth in me.

Yet, the memories bring the shivers.
I am as frozen as, when you set me free.
I pull the blanket closer, to hide the hole in me.

Every night I stay awake,
To erase a little of your shadow,
As I grow into another me.

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(On Love #18)

I never understood,
How that smile
Always caught me unprepared.

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I complain not, My Love,
That my flesh and bones rust,
And I loose more of myself,
I must.
It is these immortal memories of you,
That are my open wounds,
Stabbing me since first light,
Yet are,
My night's moon.

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Familiar eyes met again.
Now, to look away.

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I sold, all that was dear to me,
Just to get tickets for two.
I stood in rain, cold and hard,
Waiting forever for you.

Buses came and went,
No sight yet, near and far, too.
Watched the movie alone,
For, what else was left to do?
Walked back on my own,
Alas, never heard a word from you.

Years have passed since,
I have learnt to live through.
Have seen pretty sights, ate well,
Travelled much under the blue.
Now I walk with my head high,
Smile often, have much to look up to!

Yet I don't know why I still do,
But I always buy tickets for two.
Don't worry, I don't wait anymore.
But I can't help, and still save a seat for you.

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How could I have known, Darling,
That Ruin also came
In such breathtaking, alluring form?

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(On Love #26)

Pouring sky,
Steaming Coffee,
Old books.
Snuggling in
Your cozy sweater.

Does happiness have a name?

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(On Love #22)

Even now, I would gladly leave
The finest music heard so far,
Just to feel once more,
Your rhythmic heartbeats
Against my yearning scars.

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Poet/Shayar:

One who lives off their wounds

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(On Love #1)

Walking out was easy.
The trouble began when he tried to breathe again.

Somehow her smell wouldn't still leave him.

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