When you just can't
Utter anything more;
Because it's useless--
Because it'll not even
Fix the universe;
That's when you know,
That it's time to give up--
To finally let go
Of that silly dream.

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And in my cyclical poesy of him,
I finally understood
Why I wasn't meant for him.

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Don't get tired of the world;
Even when it stunts your growth.
Mayhap, that's the only way,
It knows, how to love you.

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You say my name and I fail to react;
Hence, you think that I'm rude.
I enunciate yours
And you decide that my elocution
Is utterly wrong.
So, you instruct me, incessantly--
Edifying me about the proper way
To pronounce your name.
I educate you about mine, as well.
"Oh, is that with a macron or a breve?
Again, please."
For, I yearn to say each verse, precisely.
I also hanker for your flawless rendition.
Mayhap, enlightening each other,
Regarding our individual foibles,
Shall be the most potent panacea
Towards mutual empathy and comradeship;
Because, we are
Of thoroughly disparate origins.
So, misconceptions are inevitable;
Yet, reciprocal support and shared learning
Shall enable improved communication
Between us.
Now, your accent or mine?

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We judge too much
And understand a lot less;
We speak to fill up the silence
And discard the relevance
Of the pauses.

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There is a difference between Communication and Comprehension
Read that again!

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It's in the knowing
That one starts understanding;
For, no one can ever achieve
The real score behind each door,
When one doesn't even know
What he thought he just saw.
It's in the knowing
That one starts understanding--
If and only if he begins
Opening himself to things,
At the very core.

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Ah. And now, I partook a dribble
Of a wondrous elixir meant for strength.
Today, at last, I might be able to speak out
And utter the enshrouded sentiments
That I've kept embedded in my heart for so long.
The crisp zephyr of this coruscating morning
Adds more weight to the needed confidence
That grows within my shrivelled soul,
As I await the shining moment
For my most relevant rendition.
I must tell you what I believe, darling;
For, you ought to comprehend
The ultimate reality of what this is.
I daren't procrastinate for longer;
I must proclaim the truth behind my tears.
Yet, will you even listen when I say my piece?
I count the minutes to that iridescent instance
Of our inevitable meet-and-greet.
I note the varied implements, I must be ready with,
In order to convince you--
In order to demand that you take heed.
One, two, three, four--
Until all the minutes of this day
Come to pass without your arrival.
So, does this mean you won't even
Permit me a chance to declare my thoughts?
Shall I even dare hope until tomorrow, then?
You see, it's far too facile to judge someone
Without delving into their real reasons and intentions;
But, it's too arduous a task to understand.

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Perhaps,
I need to see myself
With your eyes
To comprehend the love
That you enfold me with,
Even as I shut you out
Of my life.

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When eyes reveal what words cannot.
When pain is hidden behind the mystery outside
The silent struggle with the brutality of destiny
The heedlessness in understanding the true intention,
For they were masked by polished words
The confussion and desperation of a wandering soul
Embracing the chaos and darkness, all printed in golden words

These eyes..... will haunt you forever....

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