Story - 02
- the_cursed_poet
- Apr 10, 2020
- 2 min read
Clouds are bright,
Dethatching everything from myself
I came your way.
Eyes don’t speak, to each other;
Everything is lost.
Even you don't listen to me.
Heart is crying,
I forgot my name
I can't ever be the same,
I can't rest,
I can't accept we are strange.
It hurts instead, Never mind.
Senseless,
I can't feel the scents of flowers,
Same city,
Yet unknown,
My limit was till you,
Never reached my destination
I was left being a paper boat.
I have kept you, carefully in my heart;
You are still alive in me,
No one is like you.
All directions are scented, I am alive.
But paths are still deserted.
Hope to go back in time, spin the wheel,
join our separated paths.
I am like a wilted leaf, you are a drop of water.
I want to live around you, this is my last wish.
Nothing is around here, Just an enlightened lamp in heart.
This life is gift of you,
Everything is accepted given by you,
Pain or Love.
Every moment in which you are alive,
I am gonna store it in, the chest of my heart.
I feel every word you said me.
I will stay around you, in form of breeze.
Tears are tongue less, they can't express my pain.
The broken mirror of my heart, reminds our story.
I have already lost everything, except this life.
Counting your breath, Those dreams, shining in your eyes.
Let me fulfil.
Yet another moment, standing beside you.
The words of your eyes, are known to my soul.
Our story is unexpected, Yet beautiful.
My soul will complain,
My breath will get separated, but you should stay with me.
The moisture of your breathe, has freshened my soul.
When time will cheat me, fate will get upset;
You should stay with me.
Crawling some distance, alone I felt the need of you.
Yet another dream,
Water droplets gliding from the waxy leaf, as if the palette of balanoglossus.
I will stay still.
Threads entangled, No way to disentangle.
You haven't said anything, Yet I kept listening.
We are in a journey, but not together Yet you came again,
conversations started with the same feeling.
Unknown from my feelings,
Sense of emptiness, and disloyalty,
but faith.
-©TheCursedPOET
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