The one thing I am thankful about her is that when she was with me, she was there with all of her. I never worried for asking her time for me. And when she loved me, she loved me such that I need not wonder if she loves me. She would let me know of that, holding me close, running her fingers in my hairs, very loud and clear, every time.

i may be under a notion
i may be wrong all along
Trying to change hearts
by the only way i know

but i will keep doing it
things for you in subtle ways
and you’ll keep finding them
the joy in those small things

hoping for a day to come
when the happiness i gathered  
will be enough for your heart
to loose balance of your lips

that day you will smile
and the one responsible for it
will solely be me and that’ll be
my last keepsake for you

Empathy. I still have it for you. I might not be good at socializing. Might not be good at holding people close to me. I would not say something that you may want to hear. But when you were genuinely happy or drenched in despair, I did slip my feet in your shoes. I rejoiced in your small little happiness and I rowed in your ocean of sorrow.

Even if you might not know about, but I have empathy for you, and a part of you still belongs in me. I wish you enjoy your freedom now, in the world you made on the broken pieces of your own desires, by giving up on your insecurities.

I wish I really could mean it when I would say you were the best thing to me. Because others might have hated me. But you...

I still remember the funny games you played
Keeping notes in my pocket so I find them later
Letting me know why you grinned all day
Never told you but I saw through all of them

Never told you that I never read your notes
Your secrets just seeped through your smiles
I know you enough for your smiles to be enough
For me to know what you have always wanted

And you were always enough to push me places
That you thought I would never go for you
But isn’t this now one of the many things
That you regret being late to know about

We both very well know that what  hell is like
When we lost the grip to our only source of light
It still feels like cheating on you after this long
But you are not the o...

Sometimes, just the company of that one person is far more rewarding than all the materialism in this world..

And how many times
Would you get sad
For his gifts that
Weren’t meant for you

And how many times
Would you look at the sky
To find his light there
When you are not even his moon

Let yourself be swung over
To the galaxy you don’t know
You will find your world there
Waiting for you, you will see

Our fingers stayed intertwined
Mesmerized in the love we found
Writing how pretty the world is
When we stood on our fairgroud

Weren’t we lost enough already
That together we wanted to be
To get lost in each other again
But were we what we needed to be

It’s our sin that we didn’t seek
The answers to our insecurity
That I feel now in your absence
That you seek now in my poetry

I thought love is just love
To replace the old I can use new
Like a child I craved for it
To taste the one I once knew

And no it couldn’t satiate
When in my arms she snuggle
It feels like someone else’s piece
That do not fit in my set of puzzle

Who are you to decide
To cut the threads holding me
So easily like you never cared
Leaving with thousand loose ends

And still keep holding the threads
All my many broken threads
Still controlling me like a puppet
To dance in someone else’s show

Those curled up arms around me
You weren’t trying to hold just me
But your shattering world so tight
Hoping to set everything right

Breaking down and while getting up
You did make incisions on my skin
But isn’t the scars carved beautifully
When I try to hold your love so closely

They aren’t something for you to bother
They are something for me to boast of
That with just two hands of mine to brace
I held thousand pieces of you in place

i see each of your foot
is a foot deep in ground
and my heart goes so uneasy
to see the efforts you put in
in your every smile when you fall

but that smile of yours
inherently changes the meaning
of all your failures, and those scars
of yours seldom realized
suddenly seem so beautiful

you don’t realize, that of all
you are no puppet, rather
the strings attached to you
pull me up from my slumbers
and tie up my fragile dreams

do you feel it
the suffocation
in your room
with thousand windows
but no door

do you feel it
my patience
waiting outside
for you
to open the door

isn’t the mist looks beautiful
like you, it surely knows the art
to hide that which is painful but true
but again, it surely fades away

oh yes i did learn enough
that it is never the right person
until you ask the right question
this time, are you here to stay?

i fear
i fear looking behind
that how far i have come
leaving behind places
leaving behind people
places i loved and
people who loved me back

i fear
i fear to not to see
my own footsteps behind me
my only hope to get back home
but of all what i fear the most
that while on this journey of mine
i ignorantly became so selfish
to not to leave any footprints behind

How bad will you feel if someone promised to meet you at a rendezvous, but didn't show up?
How long can you wait?

So, what do you think, the dreams promised by you and adventures entitled to you, will wait if you are not showing up?
How long will they wait?

and years later while drinking
in some locale down the street
i will catch you in the corner
where we used to meet

i will sit beside you holding your hand
fingers intertwined like our stars
your face resting on my shoulder
and my eyes contemplating your scars

stroking your hair and kissing your cheek
and when you open your eyes you'd freeze
you won't find me there not anymore
that would be just how memories breeze

Was it our own share of happiness
That made us happy
Or was it the trading of places
For shedding each other's tears

how come your eyes
could still swallow up
of all that was left
of my underlying world

and how come your smile
could be so perfectly aligned
filling depths of all my voids
like a long lost jigsaw piece

..and every
small little thing
you did made
butterfly effects
in my world..

You were the one end
out of thousands
I didn't think about..

Thousand layers of you
Like petals of the wildflower
Of all your petals
I could just know four

Thousand colors of the dusk
Like the sky you have wore
Of all your colors
Honey mine isn't one anymore

all the sunrises by the lakeside
there was so much to explore
fleeing to the countryside
in those shoddy shoes we wore

laughing till stomach pains
and going till all the extremes
with your face on my shoulder
and in my pocket were my dreams

we drove long in the night
to watch the moon shine above
and sitting on the mountain top
weren't we almost in love ?

i don't expect a destination
but just to find myself again

i do wanna travel to get lost
to be found by someone again