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Too Much Love

 I have been too much in love, to see the sorrow it hides.. I have seen pain, while love grows insane, I have cried all night, when all I wanted was to end the fight..   I have been too much in love, to see the lack of depth inside.. I have seen smiles, that don’t mean anything, I have seen teardrops, that fall and deny, I have seen broken pieces, scattered everywhere, when all I wanted was someone to hold me together..   I have been too much in love, to ignore the poison that kills one side.. I have slept through open eyes.. waiting on responses, I have kept withholding the lies.. sitting at the table for hours, I have seen myself vanquishing, trying to fit into a dress I will never wear.. when all I wanted was someone to stop treating me as a spare..   I have been too much in love, look at how obsessive this all sounds.. I hope when you read it, you still find me around.. amidst empty cups dusting a shelf, with a picture frame, of us still looking at each other.. ...
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Sometimes I Like.......

Sometimes i like hiding from myself ,
sitting  in my closet where the world can't reach me .
Standing underneath the shower all drenched ,with closed eyes ,
without any thought pinching me .
Where i can see only me....

Sometimes i like the poignant shore ,
my feet in the sand going deeper,as i feel the waves .
The celestial waves which come rushing upto you ,
as wants in our lives when fulfilled , never cease to want more.
Where i can see how greedy i am....

Sometimes i like the hush sky,
my eyes often catch the glimpse of the bustling clouds,
they  blend onto each other  to form a whopping one.
As our hopes crowding us gradually  rises to a lot of expectations.
Where i can see my hopes piling up....


Sometimes i like the little birds chirping on my window,
gazing at them makes my heart filled with joy ,
hopping together in the cherry tree,
slicing food with tiny beaks among their fellow mates,
as often do we forget to share and spare time for our friends who meant a lot for us one day,
Where i can see the friends i missed out....

Sometimes i like the rains,
the downpour which makes the splashing tip tap noise ,
which shuts all other sounds rambling within ourselves,
what remains is the silence and calmness of the water while it touches the earth,
the sight of  blooming flowers twittering with their smiling flair,
Where i can smell the simplicity and innocence of the inner me.......










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