I still miss those spots
On your cheeks,
I sit back and count those kisses
Which seemed perfect
On your blemishes.
What's the use of eloquent rantings,
When the hands that hold you
Are not mine?
I breathe, (your soul)
I taste, (your lips)
I relive, (our life)
All but the past,
All but your memories,
Etched in every iota of my blood.
The flames which enveloped my heart,
When you looked at me
After we made love,
Now burn at the proximity of my lips,
In the form of cigarettes and joints.
The last selfie you clicked,
Is my wallpaper now.
And the last selfie WE clicked,
Fades in the form of my screensaver.
Who said places are not haunted?
Since I see you down the alley of the misty lake,
And all those other places we visited.
Who said people can't be immortal?
You glow the same way in my poems.
The same way your hair shined on Sunday nights.
Who said love never lasts forever?
I'm alive and kicking,
Off your essence,
And craving
For your presence.
While you are watching me
From heaven or hell,
Up the memory lane.
And waiting for me,
Like I used to wait for you,
Down the memory lane.
The dawn of a new day
Fills my void with the rays
That radiated off your eyes
When you faded like reminiscent waves.
YOU ARE READING
Tandem Felix
PoetryThis is not a story. This is a collection of poems written by me which unravel different emotions, thoughts and feelings experienced by all teenagers. Somewhere inside me, there burns a searing pain. A mixture of sadness, frustration and anger. A mi...
