my words soaked in despair
orate melancholies of the night,
we parted.

i spill out poetry
of broken fragments of emptiness,
and metaphors of aching souls.

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let's say
we parted
like a whiff of aroma
Oozing out from the
desolated fate
of a wilted
chrysanthemum,

you stayed
in the wake
of my dreams,
And I
abjured,
from the ache
Of your awakenings.

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my love,
you've turned into a poem
i left undone
due to the hollowness of my words.
you feel like nothing
but a part of me that sobs
inside me
with the thought of
being parted
with cold hands
and dried eyes.

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My best friend said that I left her hands in the middle of our walk towards true friendship goals.
She doesn't know that I stood at the place and watched her back as she moved on with someone else.
I never told her, but I still stand at the same spot waiting for her to return and hug me and realize that I still love her the same way I used to when we parted.

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The lover parted with a part of my heart

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आज एक ख़त लिखता हूँ,
उस देश के नाम;
जिसकी मिट्टी कभी हमारी थी।

वो छूट गया जो नाता,
बँटी सरहदों की ख़ातिर।
जो जी रहे हैं बेबस,
आज भी गुमनाम आखिर।

क्रमशः

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I am to blame
For the doubt game
I don't know why it started
But it left us parted
Although I loved you
Yet some of my doubts grew
Only to discover that they were not true

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He thought I was happy,
I thought he would be happy,
and that’s how we parted.

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'I am leaving'
'I will drop you'
And that's how we parted...

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Oh dear!
I parted from you..
Consequently,
I lost a part of my intellect..
Ashamed of crying out loud..
So,
I turned off the lights and cried..

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