I've come to realise that I can express my emotions through words better than actions, be it anger or love, joy or sadness. I am not sure if everyone would be able to relate to my poems but even if it touches you in any tiny way possible, I'm glad I...
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And she stared Stared as his hands fluttered across the keys, Making melodies that rang through her bones Each note, touching her heart As he described a story of his soul. It could have been just a minute It could have been an hour But time suddenly seemed to stop as she stood, transfixed and mesmerised listening, Listening to a piece so beautifully meddling with the termoil of emotions It upset her and yet, somehow calmed her Alas, there was no applause at the end of it Not a word of appreciation from a mouth No one had bothered to lend a ear to his music No one even cared to glance at him. She alone, stood and stared. Stared for a bit and then made a move towards him Their eyes had connected once before Who would have known that they'd meet again Life bringing them together Where a few hours ago they'd exchanged looks of hatred But right now her eyes only shined with wonder.
The world around seemed oblivious to the connection of hearts that took place that night How one soul laid their book open to be read The other gently filling the rest of the pages. Memories were made as they sang and danced Talked and laughed, Kissed and smiled, Their hearts truly beat in sync, completing the other. Cruelty of life however Made them lose touch Each following their own passion Each stepping further away.
Yet, the world around didn't see the strain in his notes Nor did they notice the true sadness behind her eyes It had broken them, to having moved on For they were meant to be. Alas, things changed like they usually do Dreams were fulfilled by the end of the day, They seemed happy for the time being Adjusting with the new way. Oh, the tricks of life As they met once again This time not so different from the first For again his fingers weaved their magic A melancholic tune floated through the room It was the very same that had won her heart And she stared Stared and thought of the possibilities there had been Just correcting one mistake and they would have been the ones still holding the other's hand. Now here she sat with a man she was meant to love and a heart that belonged to him, While there he sat fulfilling his dream with a broken heart and reminiscing...
