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Behind everyone's beautiful day , lies someone's brutal night
They decided to fly high together They promised to grow old together
But finally it were just the promises which grew old together.
late teen was sleepless, Everyone thought it was adolescence, But his sense knew it was her incense.
The eyes met each other
Both wanted to speak None was bold They just smiled And love did the talking
The ink were the tears the poet shedded, and the pen bled itself to console him.
The writing table felt heavy , as the poet wrote down the burden in his heart on the paper.
Reality and realization catch up in opposite ways.
She was nearsighted, so he had to get closer, to know her better, and to be known better.
He got stuck in a heart mind thought differential, and she made the difference.
He was once ,her endless words, and now he is, her silence.
Every time he thought that he had moved on, seeing her turned his mood on.
A person becomes entirely different when their deficiency becomes their disability.
When you find your correct person, their needs become your routine, and your routine becomes your responsibility.
It was the same he, It was the same she but it was not the same them.
Compressions and rarefactions never interested me until I saw your cheeks undergoing those when smiling.
Excused, Evaded, Established , Entered , Conquered.
How's she special, asked someone.
She's my boundary, but not my limits , said he.
Itl s neither a deal of dedication, nor a deal of decorative dreaminess.
It is just discarnate differences deciding how destined they could be.
The dictionary blamed itself, for defining the word beautiful before seeing her.
The part was perfunctory, the parting was considered mandatory.
Saving the memories I had with you was the biggest expense I made.
The longing was longer than any longevity.
A writer's heart resides in his fingers, and his brain, resides in his pen.
The most dangerous thing in one side love is possessiveness,
while the most dangerous thing in a relationship in protectiveness.
You are my sunrise, wish you could be my sunset.
You became my priority, You became my patience, You became my personal permissions,
You gave me the possessiveness I was scared of,
Doing anything for you made me blush and just laugh.
The law of attraction was a lie, as 'like'ing meant attraction.
The law of gravity was a lie, as the gravitational force took me towards you.
The loud noise reminded him of her silence.
Newton's third law was right, unless the action was love.
One day, he looked at the sun.
Tempted to showcase it's supremacy, it gleamed in the big blue sky. Needless to look away, he said, I have seen her eyes, don't waste your energy .
He never gave her his silence, and that is why she is his silence now.
The bark of a tree said to the beautiful and majestic wooden chariot standing near it, "You are so beautiful". The tree was jealous of the chariot's admirability, the chariot was jealous of the tree's pristinity.
He was an ill done decoration,
the decorative decorated angel came to fix him.
Her past was a disaster, he wanted his love to be the disaster recovery system.
'How high these hills are!' she exclaimed.
'Not higher than how high I get when I see you' he replied.
Does love spoil your independence ? asked someone. 'No, because it's my destination and not my choice of path' came the reply.
To love, is a desire. To be loved, is destiny.
One moon took possession over the other to show its superiority,
as her eyelids covered her eyes while blinking.
His pen helped him write words, her eyes helped him write poems.
The bright day reminds me of your sclera,
the dark night reminds me of your pupil,
and all day of mine, is your eyes.
Dear cute nails of hers,
be smooth when you are close to her,
be sharp when anyone comes close to her.
She meant poetry to him, from then poetry meant the world to him.
Everything I own now , is just something of what I thought you deserve.
Like the sun was he, meaningless with the same view, Like the moon was she, pleasant , with timely beautiful crescents.
You are not my achievement to shout out loud, You are the introvert me, silent and sufficient ,
deserving to be loved.
The infinite separation became infinitesimally small. "How?" was the question, "Love" was the answer.
It's ok if you don't love me, at least you don't unlove me.
I asked the moon about you, mchh, why did I ask about a peahen to a mere hen?
Looking at the esc key in the keyboard, he thought, 'Just another way of escapism!' .
You deserve more than anything I could ever afford.
She is a wonderful subject, subject to wondrous mood swings.
Amidst the agony, came the storm.
I consumed me to care for you.
With the song being mine, and the song being yours, we are no more each other's.
So strong that you break my heart if I don't let you out,
so weak that you evaporate in few seconds when I let you out,
is it not, my tears?
The more shrunken your eyes become, the most drunken my heart becomes.
Adolescence is getting to know that tears are colorless version of blood.
Nice , Noiceee