So before you curse the rose that pricked your finger, just remember; the flower never hid her barbs.

It was your haste to have her, before you truly saw her, that left a scar.

~Liz Fair

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Silence echoes through these empty halls,
a hollow home, where my heart now falls.
Aching streams of tears, endless and slow.
Thoughts that haunt me, everywhere I go.

The memories that we once shared,
now ghostly shadows that leave me scared.
Drifting further and further apart,
For, I wish I could stop the breaking of my heart.

The silence of nights feels too loud,
vibrating me with pain, leaving me too proud.
Pain lingers like an old, unsteady friend.
A never-ending heartache, that never bends.

In bitter moments, I call for you,
A voiceless cry for something new.
I want you back, with all my soul.
To fix what's broken, and make me whole.
For, I know this is a weak plea
and I do not wish for your sympathy to creep.

The sinews of my heart have slowly unwound.
As I look at our love, now hopelessly drowned.
So I hold onto the memory that we once knew,
hoping that one day, my heart can mend anew.
Even if it doesn't and remains how it is,
I will know it's for the best.

-

That infectious energy,
Your contagious smile,
You bring to light the best in me,
Calling forth strengths
I never knew I had in me.
Beside you is when I burn my brightest,
In hindsight, you've helped me
reach my highest.

My closest companion,
My flower, my glowing dandelion.

-

Crimson leaves dance on marble floors,
Lamenting the love that darkness adores.
Fountain pens carve tales on skin,
Binding the agony, letting it begin.
Raven-haired muses with ink-stained wrists,
Lost in the labyrinth where knowledge exists.

-

"Paralysed Emotions"

And again the night has fallen,
I'm scared of going to sleep,
I overthink,
Until my eyes aren't covered,
With threads of tears ,
Forming a trail of emotions I bleeds,
A voice without shape in my head,
Screaming in the silence
I'm -
PARALYZED,
PETRIFIED,
PARANOID,
A lackadaisical ennui cracks up in my spine,
Chills around my body,
My veins clots in the iceberg of inexplicable humiliation,
GROANING,
CRANKING,
CEASING,
My mouth, tormenting a storyline,
Through the shredder to the extent
Of freezing my nerves
Running through out my body.

-

कौन तुम्हारी सुनता होगा
जिससे तुम ये व्यथा कहो

श्री राम तुम्हारे शुभचिंतक हैं
उनसे तुम सारी कथा कहो

कौन जगत में हुआ है तेरा
कौन छोड़ कर जाएगा

हाथ पकड़ लो रघुननंदन का
ये जग तेरा हो जाएगा

जीवन भर यूँ ठोकर खाकर
मन को बस भरमाते हैं

कोई ना होता है जब अपना
श्री राम ही काम बनाते हैं ।

-

As I dive through the pages
to write our story
I couldn't delve deeper
As I am lashed by the dreaded memories
I loved you and will do forever
as I did to no one else
I will always dream of us
and still, never be together in reality
the feeling, it just trails
I will always be lost in your smile
to get the space between your parted lips
I would fondly wait to kiss your bare chest
perhaps, in the afterlife
and to conjecture our own nest
I may be a mere passerby
in your life's fiction
words cannot be strewn together
to give meaning to my emotion
I will see you prosper, reach new heights
even though it means to lead me out of your sights
I will be the rarest word in the dictionary
you will barely acknowledge ever
my encyclopedia is sewn with your strings
without whom, the pages will be assembled never.

-

She has eyes
As deep as black hole..
Her gaze are just like comets
She attracts me more with her kohl...
For her supernova of emotions
My shoulders are all hers
Physically we are far apart
Hypothetically,
Together in every multiverse
Her radiance
Like cosmic rays
Pulls me more than gravity
Proficient in every theory
Front facing her
I lose my sanity
Overcoming every asteroid
I dream with her of a galaxy
Refuting the theory of time
I wish to make her all mine.

-

It would be a conflict
Between those who knew me from my past
And those who know me now

The rivalry of words, a battleground they'd seek
Fighting over perceptions, their voices in debate

In their minds, a painted image, stark and clear
Black and white, where white fails to see
The once black that I used to be

Awkwardness lingers, embodied in the past
Frustrating the present, a believer in sociable ideals

Surely, they would battle it out
But I'd seek the swiftest resolution
For it all stems from the agony within.

-

What am I to you?

A fleeting thought, a distant dream,
Or just a face
Am I the laughter of yesterday,
Or just a moment lost in time, cast away?

Do I reside within your heart,
A cherished thought that never departs?
Or am I merely just a breeze,
That once blew by, with ease?

I wonder, what am I to you,
A flame that once brightly shone,
Or just an ember, barely aglow,
A memory of love that has flown?

But still I hold on to the hope,
That I am more than just a memory,
A part of you, that you can't let go,
A bond, unbreakable and strong, and ever so.

So tell me, what am I to you,
A beautiful memory,
or just a stranger,
For in your answer,
I'll find the truth,
And know if our love will forever endure.

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