As I waited


Every passing minute

made it hard to contain

my impatience, my fear

my worry about the future near

Yes, no, maybe?

Confusion and panic left my mind hazy.

Wondering if you will come back,

Waiting, listening to your favourite soundtrack.

I wish upon the stars, the moon, and the skies

A prayer to mend our severed ties.

I pant for breath, as I await your answer,

Oblivious to everything, nothing else mattered

For in that moment,I had only passion

You were my elixir, my salvation.


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Obvious signs


When you love the songs a little more,

When you can’t help but adore.

When the sky is a little more blue,

When you look at them anew.

When everything reminds you of them

When without them, you feel glum.

When you wait for the phone to ring,

When you’re alone, you start to sing.

When in your mind they play the violins,

This is how it begins.

I am no expert,

But this might be love.


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What could have been


After decades of holding on,

Reminiscing days that are long gone.

Shedding tears over what could’ve been 

Replaying those heartwarming scenes.

of being in love with the idea of you,

I have decided to start anew.

To forget the look in your eyes,

The melancholy sound of your voice.

What your skin felt like,

What it felt like when I thought

you could be mine.

Today, I have decided to stop the loop

Stop hitting repeat.

Today, I have decided to cheat. 

Cheat on your memories,

cheat on a love that could’ve been.


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The girl I left behind

A poem about Youth and leaving behind a part of ourselves. 


I glance at the girl I left behind,

I marvel at the things she helped me find.

I mock her naivety.

I cherish her gaiety.

I bear the weight of her choices,

Her flaws and her vices.

The friends she thought would stay forever,

The things she said she would do never.

Her dreams, her hopes, the path she took,

Her poetry, her music, her favourite book.

All I left behind,

Including her heart kind.

She looked at the world with hope and love,

I shed a tear for her heart,

looking at the skies above.

How did I lose her? When did it start?

I am the product of her design,

I am hers and she is mine.

She was just a young girl,

wanting to love and be loved by all

Isn’t that what I want too, after all?


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I fall, I fall,

I give it my all.

I dive deep down

Till I know I have drowned.

I fall, at first hesitatingly,

then willingly, unconditionally

in love with your electric eyes.

I don’t hold myself back,

as I stare into them, charcoal black.

Alluring, all knowing, almond shaped

Reassuring, soothing, enticing.

Did they whisper your secrets?

Can they read my regrets?

Does anyone else see the spark,

when your eyes hold mine, oh the fireworks.

You practice hypnotism, some magic,

Tell me, why are you fond of love stories tragic?

Why did you glance,

into my heart and soul,

then left me drowning

in this salty river, all alone.

Why did they decieve

Or did I misperceive?


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The weight I carry


I felt light-headed, delighted,

tracing the marks of your fingers and mouth,

I carry their imprints on my flesh.

I feel burdened, tired,

carrying your memories around.

The weight of your words,

so sharp and painful.

I carry their marks on my mind.

The load of your betrayal,

so devastating, so mortifying.

I carry its mark in my heart.

The intensity of your love,

burning, excruciating, calamitous

I carry it in my spirit.


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A question


I search for the question, the right question

A question that has become my obsession.

To ask and seek, the answer to this mess,

A question to truly express.

The heart-wrenching pain,

the prayers in vain.

The tears on my cheeks,

Why am I so weak?

The sense of this chaos,

The reason behind my loss.

Why  can’t I be happy,

A question, that’s all I fancy.

To give me a glimmer of hope,

To comprehend this enigma,

That is out of my scope.

To know why I suffer,

Will it ever be over?

A question to ask that will solve my trouble,

pull me up from this messy rubble.

A question I can’t get,

For it is complicated to frame,

Even if I get it,

it will all be the same.


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