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Lost In The Woods

Tip toeing into the wild

Away from the city’s noise

A step back from the demise

Of the favorite chapter of my life

And with every leaf that I step on

I hear a crunching sound

And the occasional chirping of the birds

Is a reminder of a better tomorrow

Am I really lost?

Or am I moving towards the next?

Guess we’ll know it soon

But my mind, can’t put it to rest

Ah! There’s no uncanny sense

Just an epiphany

The world might be changing

But the woods,

They bring you back to your true self

And however lost I may be

And the heart may be burning alive

The universe has its way of telling

To not let your hope set afire

Oh! The breeze, the fresh breeze

Seems to be washing away

The years of dirt in my mind

To make way for the divine

I may be lost right now

But I’m grateful to be here, lost for real

But finding my way home

Where my heart lies ❤️

Love,

H❤️

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The ache is deeper than ever

In fact it inflicts more pain

Because every second

There is a new wound

By the same fucking person

How stupid can one be

To fall for the same lie

Over and over again

To hurt oneself

A little more

By the same fucking person

The doors are always closed

Yet they foolishly open

Even at the slightest arrival

Of the conniving soul

That is inconsiderate

And it hurts, hurts like a bitch

Because of the same fucking person

And yet in those moments

Or any other as a matter of fact

Heart longs

For the same fucking person

And this vicious cycle carries on

To the delight of the heartless silhouette

Who finds bliss in my pain

And lies to my fucking face

Because this heart is stupider than ever

To fall

For the same fucking person

Love

H ❤️

The Vicious Cycle

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For What Do I Fight

When the hope dies,

The good times fly by.

When the heart aches,

When the brain is tired.

No one cares,

But I still persevere.

For what?

For what do I fight?

 

My words are twisted,

My intentions intertwined with lies.

That’s what they think.

But I still fight.

I fight for a better tomorrow.

At what cost?

She cries.

She cares.

I give her a reason to whine.

For what do I fight?

 

I’ve lost years.

Lost my precious time.

And I wonder what time do I have?

To make my dream realise?

And then I ponder.

What was my dream?

For what I  fight?

Tell me.

For what do I fight?

 

I used to write.

I used to empathise.

Now it’s a saga of whining.

My heart aches.

My soul is tired.

How do I explain?

Whom should I explain it to?

And,

Most importantly,

What do I explain?

I fight.

And I fight for what?

For what do I fight?

 

I do know that it is my life.

That they’re connected with me for a lifetime.

I care and, hence, don’t speak.

I speak and I break their pride.

I choose to be quiet.

But inside, I fight.

And then I wonder.

For what do I fight?

 

Don’t even get me started on self-doubt.

Don’t ask me about the worth of my life.

I question the very existence.

My existence isn’t worthwhile.

Yet, I fight.

Like a maniac.

For what do I fight?

 

Love,

H

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The Places I’ve Seen

And the mind wanders

To far off lands

Lands that should’ve been there

But lost in my ruthless plans

A perfect world

You’re by my side

Life is a cakewalk

Blessed with every desire

Our laughter so real

They make of it as a phase

But we go on together

Living a life so good; unfazed

rainy mornings

Or the bright sunny days

We move through it all

Epitome of happy rays

Oh! The places I’ve seen

Through my wandering mind

Oh! The love I’ve developed

But alas! I’ve resigned…

Your scornful looks

Your heartbreaking words

My happy place is your heart

Should I fight for it, undeterred?

Love

H 💖

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You Were Perfect

The innocence of a child

Passion beyond wild

You were perfect

You were mine

A year passed

Then two

The fire within us fresh

You were perfect

You were mine

My belief in you

Was like a rock

As strong as our love

Then one day

You weren’t so perfect….

You weren’t mine anymore

You weren’t the truth I knew

You were someone beyond my dreams

You weren’t so perfect my dear

My heart shattered

Not because of your indifference

But because you were not the truth

Not the belief I had

You weren’t so perfect my dear

Oh! How I wish

I could open my heart to you

To show you how I look at you

As pure as a child

But, you weren’t so perfect my dear

Your lies hurt not because you lied

But because you need not to

Your every thought good or bad

I can take it as it is

You were so perfect my dear

You were my pride

My heartbeat that kept me going

I hope you to see you one day

As when I started to know you

You were so perfect my dear

So perfect.

Love,

H ❤️

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I Breathe Thy Name

And as I close my eyes

No, it’s not your face

But your feel that embraces me

I breathe thy name

I look around

And it’s not your thought

But your presence that is evident

I breathe thy name

Engulfed in work

I look at the door

And see you walking in

I breathe thy name

I drive,

lost in your thoughts completely

Aloof of the surroundings

I breathe thy name

I.. breathe.. thy.. name…

Love,

H ❤️

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What Could Have Been

And then the mind wandered

To what could have been

A world unseen

A life full of sheen

What could have been

Is a thought recurring

Your happiness was my triumph

Your wish my command

What could have been

Is just you and me

Living a luminescent life

Hearts beating continuously

What could have been

Is not this shallow breath

But fragrance of our lives

Our souls intertwined

What could have been

Us and our warm hands

Against the mighty mountains

Or the shrivelled desert sand

What could have been

Is you wanting me more

And I trusting you more

And a world unseen…

Love,

H ❤️

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From where I stand

From where I stand

I see a rose

Dazzling in the sunlight

Engraved in poise

From where I stand

I see a perished leaf

A little life left

Magnificent in its grief

From where I stand

I see an empty pot

The mud in it calling

Leaves that have been left to rot

From where I stand

I can feel the wind

And the sunlight in full bloom

Sweeping off my untamed hair

Abundant warmth to decimate my gloom

From where I stand

I see a world

Where beliefs are engraved in hearts

From where I stand

I see a world

That does not follow the herd

Love

H 💖

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The Dark Room

Humid corners

Eerie noise

Intrigued by it all

I forget my poise

I traverse

Traverse into the room

Nothing appealing

Oh! It resembles a sad tomb

Yet a connection

A familiarity touches my heart

In spite of its ugliness

I just couldn’t depart

Nothingness filled it

Void and vacuum alike

Just like this heart

Which I call ‘mine’

The silence or the noise

Whatever you may call

This queer room is a canvas

Of my equally dead soul

Run! You may run

But I call it my own

Possessed in it completely

I can happily drown

H ❤️

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The Love of My Life

Engulfed in it.

Like a child,

Trapped in a building,

On fire.

Helpless,

Crying.

And then comes a point,

When the cries,

Fail to come out.

Slowly,

Gradually,

The breath rescinds.

And ultimately,

The child dies.

The remains,

That they cry over,

For hours,

Days,

And months.

Those remains,

Know nothing,

But of the liberation,

Of being breathless.

Being dead.

Death.

Oh dear, death!

I yearn for you.

I am waiting.

You take those,

Who hate you.

But the ones,

Who are ready to embrace,

Your tranquility,

You ignore them.

Why dear?

Why this injustice?

Why not give my soul,

The peace,

The vacuum,

The seclusion,

It is waiting for?

My remains,

Will lie,

In a bed full of flowers.

My soul,

For once,

Will be happy!

My mind,

Will be free of thoughts.

Thoughts, that killed me.

That took me away,

From everybody.

Take me.

Take me away.

Where you live.

A secluded place.

Where nobody expects,

Nobody betrays.

Dear death,

Give me this gift.

And I’ll shall forever,

Be your slave.

Love,

H❤️