(Thantophobia (n.): The fear of losing someone you love.)
What happens when your fear comes true?
Things I keep losing about you-
1. Sight- I am standing still and you are continuously moving forward in the opposite direction. With each passing day , I am losing the most comfortable view that is of you. But , Does out of sight means out of mind?
2.Skin- Bit by bit, I am shedding the skin that loved you. I am trying to UNLOVE you. What option will you choose if the only option you have is that you have no other option?
3.Voice- Hey! How are you doing? Hey! How are you? Hey! How are Hey! How Hey! Hey . . Communication is lost. Day by day, I'm hearing so less from you. I'm losing the sound of your voice.
4. Love- I go on a cliff and scream "ILOVEYOU", the whole universe replies- they love me, universe includes you too. I convince myself, it's not the echo of my voice it's you telling me you love me. Gradually and steadily, I am losing the love you gave.
5.Touch- I am drowning in water and you are holding my hands and gradually your hand is slipping from my hand And . . You lost my hand and I lost your touch.
6.Warmth- December is on the way, april already passed, Winters are coming, I have never felt summer since you left. With each successive day, I'm losing your warmth and I'm turning cold.
7.Heart and Mind- That pumping organ refuses to pump blood, The thinking organ refuses to think anything other than you, Little by little, heavily I am losing control over my heart and mind. Afterall, "The Heart wants what it wants."
8.Myself- Slowly, gradually and successively I am drowning I am falling in the abyss I am stumbling on the roads I am fading into the colours of grey I am shattering into bits and pieces I am digging my grave to settle there Day by day, I am losing control over myself For you, I am losing myself. -sakshi
There comes a time When a poet must Let go, it is a Cold and crushing despair That tells him that The last love story Was told a thousand Years ago, and Unknowingly all he has Done is carry on the Legacy of those that Came before him But today is the day That he finally decides To bury the gift Of his ancestors.
It is a universal truth That the readers maketh A writer, but you must Know that every word I Pen is a fragment of My soul that I willingly Forsake, they are children Of a God that rarely Answers my prayers If I must kill characters That you have grown to Love, it is because they Must die, it is a decision I make without remorse But always with conscience.
Cerulean is my salvation It is a word I seek out Over and over again But all it has done Is led me down a Path bereft of redemption My eyes can still see In diagonal lines but They are clouded by A film of tunnel vision It must go, and it must go Tonight, because tonight I have faith that a new Path exists, but tomorrow I might find myself hurtling Towards a one way Ticket to perdition.