Goodbyes are hard, I always knew, Our time was brief, but as my feelings grew,
I dreamed it would end like a Bollywood scene , A warm hug, background music, and lots of tears.
The background music would be one of my favorite Hindi songs, which goes:
"Lag jaa gale ke phir ye haseen raat ho na ho, Shaayad phir is janam mein mulaaqaat ho na ho. Lag jaa gale,"
Which translates to, "Give me a hug as this beautiful night may not happen again. Give me a hug, we might not meet again in this life."
Or maybe like a Hollywood plot, You'd stop my flight, confess on the spot.
But life's no film, no scripted line
Reality came without a sign.
I'd always hug you, every time I saw you,
But that day, there was no touch, no attraction. I asked for space, and you stayed still, Silent and distant.
Even when I rode the bus back home, I glanced at you Playing with your phone, lost in space. I stopped messaging you first and I never heard back from you.
We never guessed that moment would be Our last goodbye.
No music played, no last embrace
I didn't want to leave a trace.
It was Silent and slow. No words could mend what was broken.
I felt more peaceful without you than staying together. I can still love you and let you go for my own sanity.
Now our stories will be narrated by two different people, and they will never cross paths again.
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Whispers of the Heart / Poems
Poetry"Whispers of the Heart " is a poetic journey through the depths of love, loss, longing, and self-discovery. Each verse is a whispered confession, baring the soul's most intimate desires and sorrows. From the ache of unrequited love to the euphoria...
