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21 Oct 2022 It Is

They saw each other,
For the first time.
She saw an angel,
For the first time.

Locked eyes and they smiled,
That few second of stare,
Was a life.

The day when she met him,
Was the day when she,
Went on heaven to swim.

His hands locked so well
In her hands,
As like he was the boy
Of her brand.

And her body fitted so well
In his arms,
As like she was born
To be his charm.

His tiny eyes and his smile
And his love and his good deeds,
Cannot be spelled.
She's in love, with his every cell.

In the end she will say,
It's so good to write 'bout him.
As he is the God,
And this is the hymn.

It was his birthday,
But it became her day too.
All she could say to him is
   "I love you".

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It's Over

Don't you feel strange?
Why we've turned into like this?
Like a stranger,
Who reminisce. 

Wonder if you possibly,
Think about us.
Or its just me dragging,
What happened once?

You never meant those words,
You wrote on the window.
I would ask, if it could,
The memories with you to undo.

Lemme guess, Is, at least,
The "hello" so hard for you to say?
Where to make me your valentine,
You were on your way. 

How can I forget the hickey,
You gave by your pinch? 
And now, do we even take,
A step towards us a inch? 

I'm writing and writing,
And the thought popped up,
Are you worthy enough,
For a poem, by me, to write up?

It simply took two years,
For you to neglect us. 
And today, for my brain,
You are just a disturbance.

At the moment, it's so hard,
About you to write,
'Cause now you're being,
A darkness to my light. 

Reminders of you,
Are dead and buried.
I know, there's no more us.
And of it, I'm over and done with.

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Organ of Sight

They started with a puddle,
And ended with a maple.

View of river when sunset.
And them being the modest.

Beautiful not to look beyond it.
But hard to read through it.

Wondering what can be their bridle,
Where, melancholy is the only disciple.

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She For Her

Her eyes were the ocean,
And she didn't struggle them to shed,
'Cause she knew more seasons are ahead.
She was aging in the plight,
With wet eyes in the night.

Realizing how hard could be a life,
She tried to kill herself with a knife,
And I laugh, how she's still alive.

But something happened in between,
She lost her misery and grinned.
For her, the love he became
And wid the darkness she overcame.

However, the life of hers wasn't to smile,
She fell off from the happiness at miles.
It did broke her heart at once,
As she forgot, she had the life of bunce.

So terrific to suffer all that for a teen,
Where merely for the love she keened.
Her conscience was so pure,
For the things she endured.
 
The years were turning pale.
When only she wished for a person,
To tell her own ugly fairy tale.

There came her prince charming,
Trying to unsolve her as a puzzle,
Right inside her soul, he nuzzled.

She attempted before him,
For her past to unlock.
'Cause he became the one,
To wish about her to talk.

He bought her likes,
He bought her flowers.
He was the sun,
If she was the sunflower.
She loves him to the moon,
'cause he is the shower to her monsoon.

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The Proposal

In the depth of my heart,
Feelings bloom.
For over a year, 
They've found a room.

There's something about you,
That I can't resist.
A  holy magnetic pull,
A love, I can't dismiss. 

Past months had attained,
The love at extreme.
You're the definition of,
My affection and esteem.

No one else ever brings,
The comfort like you do.
Bitter and sweet, to whom,
The every moment I can share to.

I'd climb mountain,
And brave a deep sea,
To keep you safe. That's how much,
You mean to me. 

Adorable and cute,
Your essence so divine. 
Genuine and open,
A treasure so fine. 

While the darkest secrets,
To share, you never pause.
You're the green flag,
Even with your pretty flaws.

Like the character,
From the novel I read,
Got a identical of atlas,
Which is you i said. 

Could you please make me,
That damn fortunate,
To become the girlfriend,
Of someone so nice I met? 

I love you to the mars.
And will love you with your scars. 
Could you give me a chance to be so happy,
That I feel, I'm up at the space, counting stars?

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I Am Okay

I'm lying on bed.
Feeling dead.
Eyes wide-opened.
Staring at a point,
Where I'm not even looking at.
Absent.
Thinking nothing. But,
Contemplating terribly everything.

I would rather,
Close my ears,
Dodging that particular voice,
Speaking against me.
Complaining about me.
It only escalates the tension,
Running inside my head.
I know I'm at fault here,
But definitely not the wrong one.

I don't remember,
The last time I blinked.
I am confused, consumed, silent, anxious, Blank, tense, nervous, emotionless,
Stressed, zoned out and NOTHING.
All. At. Once. 

What should I call my emotions? 
What should I name it? 
What should I call this poem?
What should I name it? 
What should I call my life? 
What should I name it?
Beautiful? Sensitive? Horrendous?
Inspirational? Provocative? Or 
A--sad-started--but--happy-ended--life?
But how should I know it's gonna,
End happily?

At this point, 
At this phase, 
I question the existence of Almighty.
In whome I have all faith, belief,
Hope, trust, dependence, reliance, 
And 'credence' on.

Now, I know my eye blinked.
And I'm no more lying on bed.
But still feeling dead.
I'll be fine,
In spare of time.
I'm just...
Don't worry! 
I AM OKAY!!!

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Sun to my Sunflower

Billions of stars,
But I choose the Sun.

Ignoring all the noises
And all the pollution.
I'll live with him,
As long as, he's mine.
Even if he's not,
I'll stay with him,
As long as, he's alive.
(On his eyelashes, on the cut 
On his earlobe, in the tears and 
The smile and on the fingers which 
crossed mine).

He lightens my life,
Brightens the soul.
But darkens the world,
When sets off
Then why do you adore the moon
In the dark?
It's just a epitome for me
That my Sun is apart.
So you take the moon 
And I take the Sun.
'Cuz it's always him in the
Light or dull.

In the core of my heart,
I see myself walking with him.
With his radiance in gold fields.
No stars, Just Him.

Now it's the beginning of 
Our beautiful "The End".
With stars all over but
No noise, no pollution.
Standing as bright as ever.
Flashing on us as their,
"Main characters".

Me and Sun,
The perpetual togetherness.
So,
You take the moon
And I take the Sun
'Cuz it's always him in the
                Light or dull~

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Pieces of Heart

Oh, darling!
Look what you did,
To trust you again,
My heart forbids.

My blood can neglect,
These nerves can bear.
But tell me, were you been paid,
To be my betrayer?

Left the pieces of my heart,
On the street you walk unshod,
Giving warmth by your feet,
On the tears I shed.

Wild fetishes of yours,
With my sweet fantasies,
Could never fine-tuned.
Might be the reason for our RUIN.

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WISH YOU THE BEST

I can't stop thinking,
If you love her the same, 
As much as you once loved me.

I can't stop thinking,
If you tell her,
That moon makes you miss her.
Like you once told me.

I can't stop thinking,
If you call her your everything,
And your life would be,
A barren land without her.
Like you once said to me.

I can't stop thinking,
If you both are lying under,
The sky and you tell her,
She's your polestar.
Like you once told me.

I can't stop thinking,
If you try to find my taste,
While kissing her.

I can't stop thinking,
If you miss me in the night,
If she's not giving you enough.

I wish,
She incredibly loves you.
The way I did.

I wish,
She stays at your highs and lows.
The way I did.

I wish,
She motivates you every,
Single day to every problem,
You are going through.
The way I did.

I wish,
She never lets you down.
The way YOU DID.

I wish,
She never cheats you.
The way YOU DID.

I wish,
She never tells you, 
You're not good enough.
The way YOU DID.
That destroyed me, My dear.
I wish,
She never even think,
Of destroying you.

I wish, 
You love her passionately.
To without whome, your life,
Precisely becomes a barren land.
Who would truly,
Be your polestar.

I wish,
She becomes the one.
(Which I could never)