Sharing the same eternity, Yet touching the antagonistic vistas. Just so the world knows us the way they see, Unlike my uncertainties that have been shattering me down. Is it the embarrassment you fear or, Her love that intertwines your heart? Holding hands for this world, But what about our oblivion? Why is it so hard to hate you? That I end up loving the stigma you give. Ask me the truth, And you would call me a liar. Everybody reads the chats to feel loved, Yet I try to locate the hostility to let my feelings curb. I have forgotten my worth, And you have overlooked our love. I am wandering around those empty streets, Looking for your twin and the heart I loved.
Deceased and departed like drought in a desert.. Impassive, I used to be. Confined and enclosed within self forged walls.. waiting, for a chance to flee.
Instructable and apathetic like tears of a poet I was, until a boon came in form of you. Be it love, be it serenity, I was introduced to emotions those were new.
Deary and achromic I layed, within the idioms of my poems.. before you brought in that wave of hue. You held my hand, and dig out my buried verses.. verses, about which nobody ever knew.
Halted and failed, now I curse myself from the core, for pushing away whom I was suppose to cling on to. But no matter how obscure and detached , we lie apart now.. You will always hail within my prayers while may be I will always remain your rue.