I asked god in my dreams
Does true love ever die?
He didn't reply
And now here I am, a one sided lover who's dying.Loving you is not enough
But enough to remember you
In my memories
And my speech.My grief is caused due to love
And love is caused due to grief
I mourn my love
I adore my grief.Your silence enlightens me
It's so profound that it fills me with glee
It is the love songs that you never sang to me
And the heartfelt food that I will never eat.I can't hold on to you
For it hurts when you come too close
I can't let you go
For it hurts me the most.I'm unsure of what aches more
The things that I've done in love
Or the things I will never do.Your restricted speech is your way of saying goodbye
It feels like having vertigo and still jumping from a height
You call me but don't say anything
It's stitching my heart with the needle which stings.A year ago
Things were different
But then you came
And I got a taste.You're in my destiny
But I'm not in yours
You're my dynasty
But I'm not yours.I love you
It's the solution to all problems
But that is the problem too.At times, when I'm out of my mind
I wanna be in nature
In trees, in rocks
In oceans deep.I want you for I want everything
But I am your nothing
Just an adorer glancing from far
Looking at you while sitting beside the stars.I don't belong anywhere
I don't belong to anyone
I belong to you
I want you to be the one.Feels like I'm homesick
But I don't even know if I have one
Feels like I'm lovesick
And will always remain one.My soul is painted in colours unknown to mankind
But known to nature
For nature gave me those colours
And she will always be the one to design.Your silence makes me cry
And I don't know why
But whenever you speak
I feel like breaking down and going high.Reality doesn't hurt me
It is what it is
My imagination does
It breaks through my skin.My poetry is sentimental
It's not sceptical
For I know that I'm drunk
And I will always remain drunk in true love.Your speech makes me weary
Your silence makes me happy
Whenever I look at you
It feels like hell and believe me, it's lovely.There's silence inside me
When you don't speak
My heartbeat echoes
And feels like a phonk melody.Oh, but love grows
Like me
I'll always find a way
To meet you in my dreams.
YOU ARE READING
tears on my scars.
Poetrypoetry from the times when i feel dead and alive. i hear the shadows whispering, i feel the inaudible trembling, unwilling to believe, too true to disbelief. -aish