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Most Precious

I can close my eyes,
It's weird how still you are the last thought on mind.
I say, 'you and me'
I say, ' still with you'
It's weird how I carry your name forward each and every passing day
Despite all conflicts
Most precious

I was an emotional high;
'Emotional high,' I said
My words not yours
Something you couldn't get off without experiencing
Whatever love
It's already done and done
Your grand scheme of plans,
Did it all work out,
Most precious?

Were you land?
Were you ground?
Were you earth?
Were you stone?
Were you pillar?
Most precious

When you left love,
It felt like the earth had crumpled from underneath my feet
No footing
No ground
No standing
Nothing to grasp much less hold
Love you were cruel
Most precious

I stood there on nothing
Cry, I cried
Weep, I wept
Thought and contemplated
Scared to death,
Love was I going to fall?
After all most precious you were still precious
Probably still are
Probably will still be 
Most precious

Love I realised, 
You were the ocean,
And underneath you I drowned unaware. 
You were gravity,
And under you I became grounded
Without you, most precious
From under I came
Ashore I arrived
Love, I was lighter even.

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I Hope It Dies

The thought of me that came into your mind,
It grew;
It blossomed;
You thwarted it;
Hopefully you are letting it wilt and die.

I do not want to ignite old flames.
I want to believe your words were true;
After all you said them,
But my mind acts as if it has a mind of its own.
It's been months but still it will not hear the end of it.
These feelings are beginning to feel disgusting; 
I hope they die.

I tell myself I need space;
Space away from you;
Honey believe me, I only believe that for a while;
Then I begin to look for you;
The you I know I will never find.
I get glad when you don't show;
When you neither call nor text;
Because if you as so much turn your head I fear I might clutch onto you;
So I hope this dies.

Then I dream of you;
You are just next to me;
You talk a lot but it feels like silence;
I smile at you;
You peak at me once or thrice,
I am reminded of our old days; 
When you used to care.
I feel comforted at the same time I feel sadness
Is this what it means to be delusional?
I hope it dies

I know I love you;
I know I miss you;
I know I yearn for you;
I know I search for you;
But I can no longer differentiate between your truths and your lies;
I know my truth but I don't know what to do with it;
So I hope it all dies

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Blank

Blank;
I spent my days talking a lot;
I tell a lot of things about myself,
I tell a lot of things about my dad, my mom, my brother, my sister;
At the end of it all, I ask myself why.

Some days I can feel myself bearing down upon her;
She too deserves an attending ear;
Who listens without pardon;
Who asks about her; 
What she has been through;
What she is going through;
How she spends her days;
That much I know;
Some days I try;
Some days well, I let myself be.

I know there is a truth I am running away from;
A truth I have to face every time I shut my mouth;
I trying to make myself matter in the wrong way;
He is no longer here;
Him who accepted my counterfeit gold,
And treated it like real gold.
Everything feels blank and stale;
I somehow disappear;
I feel like there is no longer a me,
But I can't go back to that gutter;
I have shunned it long ago.

There is a lot I don't know;
A lot I don't understand;
Things I wish I had answers to;
I keep meeting these interesting people;
But I can't commune my thoughts;
I am at this beautiful place;
I know I could have enjoyed it more;
If he had decided to stay by my side a little more;
It's forever raining nowadays, but because there is no you I don't enjoy it as much

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It's Hard Not To Miss You

It's so hard not to miss you
It's not because there is a little less of me without you
Rather because with every beat of every second, 
You resonated me
I never had to be frightful
I could have easily told you all things
Like how our neighbor died just yesterday 
And how it made me sad
How I wondered how it will be like for the wife 
I was never frightful of your reprimand
There are lot of times I try to imagine what you would say
I imagine your thoughts
I imagine the look on your face at some realizations 
It's the thing that makes it hard not to miss you
And you would have answered me already by now
You were always ahead of my feelings
I never had to wait for you
You did be there waiting
And I didn't have to fret about doing too much
Because you were doing it with me
There was never really doubt in my mind
Guess I was a little too excited
Couldn't see it till I lost you
That there was no feelings for me
I did something I told myself never to do
I overstated my value in your life
Even though I didn't exetempt myself from the universe you wanted to massacre 
I guess I was a little too conceited 
Because we worked so well 
According to me, I guess
You will remain my very best 
Makes me kind of doubtful of everything else 
Because if you and me  could fall
What exactly is it, that is supposed to stand
Maybe I never really saw you at all

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Love You Best

I said that I was a believer of love; 
That I believed in you and I. 
You said that worried you.
I asked, "why?"
You asked, "what if someone comes along who loves you better than I?"
"Does such a thing exist?" I asked you; with my head squared inquisitively with a small smile on my face;
You looked at me and I continued, " because if it does I want to love you best. You love me just right, I don't need better love; all I need is you "

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Nothing Beats Silence

There is nothing that beats that time
When I lay down that bed and close my eyes
I might have not done it well
Heck, I might not have done it at all
But whatever, it means I am getting rest

There is nothing that beats that moment
When every conscious thought escapes me
That feeling is just so freeing
I forget everything 
I forget even myself
I am held up to nothing

There is nothing  that beats the silence of the night
It becomes me
I don't have to wake for anything 

There is nothing that beats early morning silence
When everything is yet asleep
Sure I am hurt a little 
But with a cup of tea in one hand
And a book in the other hand
Trust me, I don't want to be going anywhere today

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Fear

Fear

I throw a towel into tomorrow 
But I wake up in the dead of the night
My nerves won't let me have a moment's rest
My heart is beating out of my chest
I decide not to fight it
I wake up and burn the midnight oil

When I leave home
The sun is so big and bright in front of my face
It's hot outside yet the cold doesn't leave my body
My breathing is paced
I don't know what I don't know
The hell, I don't even know what it is I know

Arriving at the scene
I am a wreck of nerves
My hands and feet are cold
I am sweating
Well, I hate waiting

Soon we start
I don't look at the next quest
Not even this quest's b from a
One quest at a time 
I give it my all
Forget grammar
What the hell are spellings?
My mind is thinking too fast
My hand can't write fast enough
Soon enough some of the letters are flying
Here and there I have to go back and shape a letter
I don't remember when I calmed down
Wait a minute did I calm down at all

At the end of it all I realise it wasn't that bad after all
Now leaving the sun is hidden from the world
Cold air rises from underneath my feet and embraces me
I feel better
But my mind wonders into the night
Where I will wake up in the dead of the night
Burn the midnight oil 
With my heart beating out of my chest
The fear will begin anew
And it will feel new and different

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Just Like Always

Just like always

Smart people wouldn't trod on the paths she had trodden;
Wise people wouldn't be in the predicaments she always found herself in.

She offers no words of condolences;
Neither any words of repentance;
Not even a word of remorse.
Why would she feel apologetic to anyone;
When the gravest sins she committed to herself?
Why does she live so foolishly?
How pathetic

Nothing phases her;
She is neither perturbed or frightened.
There is nothing to say or explain;
Tell me what the hell has she become?

Soon she will return from underneath her rock;
She will great you with a smile,
And won't even try to hide.
She will forgive herself;
Letting you go like she has let many go before you;
Not with so much tears but maybe a frown on her face;
Just like always.

Just like always she will bury you underneath the many ghosts that haunt her;
And probably the many more she will continue to make.
She will give herself a pet on the back;
Scavenge for any lessons learnt;
Even if the losses outweigh the gains.
But don't be mistaken,
Though the demons seem awfully frightening,
She will carry on forward each and every day,
She won't shut down her doors;
Just like always

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Fool For Love

Always been a fool for love;
Not once have I been in love and have it end well;
There was always a twist,
And you are probably my worst choice.
But why start thinking now?
Am I even capable of thought?
So I heard it's a very thin line between hopeful and stupidity.

Say, you and I are both aware;
There is something special between us.
Say you don't know what it is;
Is that why you think you are obsessed with me?
Say, I don't know about that,
But if you were really obsessed;
I think there did be less thinking involved.
You say soulmates perhaps;
Well I ain't sure about that either;
How many supposed soulmates is one supposed to have;
I did think one is enough;
There has to be a limit to idiocies;
But I agree,
There must be a pull of souls between us,
That did explain a lot.

Talk about loyalty;
You are amongst the few I actually like;
Amongst the few I can genuinely love;
I imagine we can be happy for a while; 
After all you are the only one that has ever embraced me so tightly;
So I am a fool for love;
And that's why I believe you are genuine with me.

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Our Time Came and Went

For what are struggling for, I don't understand.
Last I checked you wanted to put in the effort;
You wanted it to change;
You said there is no one else but us;
As far as I can see you haven't tried anything;
You are not even saying anything.

I hope it's worth it to you;
I said this to you once upon a time in disappointment,
And honey I still hope it's worth it to you. 

Last year was a year of loss;
We lost so many things that seemed to be important;
It's a shame you are part of that loss.
I guess our time did come and go;
I thought with time we did get better;
Maybe I underestimated the damage,
But it still saddens me;
How something so meaningful can turn to meaningless at the blink of an eye;
But we care too much to let go,
Honey I hope you know you can always return