Love and its glory

Glorious

 

Crated carefully with stolen glances and shy smiles,

When every moment without them seems vile.

Brushing fingers that turns to warm embrace,

The definition of ultimate beauty becomes their face.

When a moment away from them seems like a decade,

When their little indifference cuts like a blade.

When nights of sweet nothings, turn to screaming and cries,

when words of romance are replaced with lies.

When tears and smiles alternate often,

When your strong heart finally softens.

When the pleasure and the pain both you have seen,

When you think of what it was, and what it could’ve been.

Regardless of the ending, the story is marvellous,

Cruel as it may be, love is glorious.

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Memories that sting

Sting
Like a faded wound, that doesn’t bother you anymore,

I think about them no more.

Except when I stumble upon old letters,

I read them anyway, even though I know better.

Declarations of love, poetry for my beloved and sweet nothings

As my fingers trace the faded words, I have trouble breathing.

I move on to further musings, tear soaked papers, stories of pain

Promises to self to never love again, all in vain.

I find a box of heartache in every corner of my life,

Stories of people whose words hurt more than a knife.

Again and again, the same old misfortune and pain,

Just by people with different names.

Every time I look the dusty volume of my past,

I wonder what curse has been cast?

For even I though lock them away, memories of heartache still cling,

Every time I think of the past, it still stings.

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Twisted love

Dignify

Darling, you were so cruel

I kept loving you like a fool.

Your mood swings, your anger

Save the mask of normalcy, I am no stranger.

Your apathy or your love, 

Can’t decide which was worse

For your presence looms in my life like a curse

This broken love was my own personal hell

Your eyes, filled with love or hate, I cant honestly tell.

My heart was a contradiction too,

Torn between utter disgust and some undefined emotion.

Let’s not call it love and fool ourselves anymore,

But let’s hold each other for some time more.

Let’s not give it a name,

Infact, let’s stop playing this twisted game.

Now when you call, I shall not dignify it with a response

Let’s save ourselves from a world of remorse.

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Failed synchronization

Synchronize

Some time in a age, not very long ago,

Lie memories, I don’t want to let go.

The sparkle in your eyes,

Now filled with apathy, time does fly.

Apathetic to you the love poems you wrote,

What could I have done with your heart unsought?

Ah, however,your persistence did wear me down,

the flood of love, finally made me drown.

As I professed my love for you from mountain tops,

I realized, you never took the time to stop.

Stop and listen to my sonnets, my poetry

Nor did you take a moment to pity my misery.

Our minds always in sync,

Your love though, gone before I could think

We could never get our hearts to synchronize,

And now my tears pay the price.

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Trance

Trance

Whispered promises of friendship and love,

Hope glimmering, like the stars above.

Stolen kisses, shy smiles and intense glances,

Things that made me give you multiple chances.

Hanging on to your words from the past,

Blind to the promises broken so fast.

Living in a memory where things were right,

A haven, where we never had a fight.

Where your words didn’t make my heart bleed

Where you said I was all you could ever need.

Now I live in false hope, tired of this sadistic dance

What can I do? I am caught up in your trance.

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Futile search

I search I search 

For pieces of me that I’ve left 

In places and people that brought me no good

Where promises of love were only falsehood.

I search I search

For the girl who believed in fairy tales

Who saw the good in people, to no avail. 

I search I search 

For the goodness of her heart 

However, for her sanity to remain, her humanity had to depart.

I search I search 

For her share of love, 

Little did I know, love wasn’t written in her destiny, by the Gods above. 

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Devastation

Devastation

Not just furious flames,

but a tiny spark is enough

to burn your world down.

Not just violent winds

even a soft breeze

can make you shiver.

Not just weapons,

words can tear you apart too.

Not just words,

silence can hurt your heart too.

Not just the ocean,

sorrow can drown you too.

Not just poison,

your thoughts can kill you too.

Not just the monsters under the bed,

but the ones in your head, can haunt you too.

Not just an apocalypse,

but sometimes love, is enough for destruction too.

Not just hate,

but apathy can be devastating too.

 

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