Miles I walked…

Miles I walked holding her hand — known what happiness feels like,
I chatted all the way – days were not ours but nights seemed so bright;
Wiser I felt — sage she made me feel — when all those were said (I had to say),
Sudden she left me — unprotected — unwanted, without saying why but in decay.

Miles I walked holding her hand — unaware of what sorrow she could bring,
Heaven were her touches once — like poison now she crawls beneath my skin;
Oh! Through the journey I have learnt, her being was the sorrow that guided me,
She was the misery I walked with — towards my certain demise — my destiny.

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Holding your hand…

If there is a bit of possibility leftHolding hands
or even a grain of sand like hope

          I will be holding onto that
          that someday,
          may be someday

holding your hand —
your fingers firmly locked with mine
we will walk towards the horizon.
On the other side of the horizon
a life waiting for us
a life — once we dreamt together.

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Art of Scars

Girl 4

Seeing an unfathomable darkness
from the cracks of her sparkling eyes,
he dove in and there he met her scarred
— vulnerable self and the beauty of her
broken heart which he was completely
unaware of, and he couldn’t restrain
himself from falling — for
The art of scars she bears beneath
her skin…

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