• sarodiya23 10w

    #pod

    It has been three weeks now,
    Since I ran away
    From a house which was fast becoming a home
    A broken one, albeit.
    But you know me
    I've a knack for things which do not fit.
    See me today? I'm doing
    the one thing I should've kept away from
    When I left.

    Writing.
    Writing down my feelings. About..
    Nevermind.
    You see, writing is your thing.
    Mine is to ask dumb questions
    as I try to break the ice, like
    'So what do you write about?'

    But here I am trying to run away
    From you,
    Only to cope with it in your way.

    Remember? The first
    (and last) time we went out for lunch
    Together.
    When the winter sun knew
    to kiss the leaf gently..
    All I saw in your eyes
    was 'Am I ready for this?
    Is there something else I want?
    What do I want exactly??'

    I have been asking myself the same
    Lately.

    I saw in your eyes that day
    The disgust for the stars
    which aligned,
    but the hearts that couldn't.
    Or maybe,
    With you,it was only the stars.
    It was me who sighed at the hearts.

    I don't know how you see me,
    In your eyes..
    I would have seen me
    as a hopeless romantic.
    But
    That's not true.
    I don't see hope
    I don't
    I know we'll have to
    let go of this pretence
    Which you've left long back
    But I couldn't.

    See, you're brave.
    I am not.
    As a kid I held onto toys which broke
    Not in hope, but
    Finding it difficult to let go.
    Sometimes, rarely,
    sometimes,
    I wish I could be you.

    You would, perhaps, laugh at me
    If you saw me now..
    Or, be deafening quiet.
    It's hard to say.
    I do not know you
    AT ALL, in six months even.
    Sometimes I wish
    I knew you a little more,
    So it would've been easier,
    To think of you a little less.

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    Sometimes I wish
    I knew you a little more,
    So it would've been easier,
    To think of you a little less.


    ©sarodiya23