In my dreams

In my dreams, we go to places that take our breath away. Places with snow-capped mountains, sunflower fields, northern lights and titanic skyscrapers made of glass.

We dance along with the music of the cool breeze and the moonlight bouncing off the surface of the lake, making the water shimmer.

And then we sit at the rooftop of the tallest building, listening to the silence of the dark and admiring the calmness of the other wise chaotic city.

In my dreams, I always find you besides me, sleeping soundly. Then, I watch you breathe until I fall asleep.

The thing is, in my dreams, we are perfect.

In my dreams, you always stay.

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Unlove you?

Two summers have passed and I still go through our old pictures, convincing myself that times have really changed.

I visit places where we used to go together, but an eerie silence covers me every time. I feel that even the sky, trees and the birds are mourning for our separation.

And when I watched our favourite movies, I can feel your presence besides me, holding my hand and snuggling under the velvet blanket.

The other day, when our eyes met at the subway, there was a funeral inside me. A sudden sadness gripped me. It felt like you wanted to say something too and couldn’t. But I knew, we both were pretending, that we’ve moved on.

Honestly, I miss you. I love you. Because it took me a hell of a time to love you this much and now I really don’t know how to not.

Pride

The day you left was like a apocalypse waiting to happen for a long, long time.

My entire world came crumbling down, the moment you said goodbye.

As you left, a part of me also went along with you.

I craved, not for that part but for you.

But, I don’t regret letting you go.

You wanted to change my individual existence. You wanted to crush my identity, that I had established after eons and eons of toiling. And this, wasn’t possible.

I know, only magic can help me to forget all your memory.

But one thing that I could be always proud of is, I don’t regret letting you go.

The Shooting star

Velvety black sky,

Illuminated by the luminous white moon,

Millions of stars ornated the cloudless canopy, embellishing it more.

Down there, I sat in silence,

Profusely crying for someone,

Who was once, mine

The brightness of the night,

Seemed like a curse to me, on my fate.

Just then, I spotted a shooting star,

Followed by its long shiny trail,

Bidding goodbye to the farm,

Where it had always stayed.

Up there, it was still radiant.

The moon didn’t lose its glow and the stars continued to beam

I chided at the thought of the sky, for not crying

Over losing of one of its precious gem.

Have the sky, moon and stars perfectly learned the art of ‘to let go’?

Have they, really?

Healing

I split opened all my wounds before you,

Incredulously, I even let you explore,

Explore the darkest chambers of my ruptured heart,

Then, you caressed my every scar,

Gently walked through my clandestine past,

I felt the chaos in my ocean calming down,

I felt the shackles uncoiling​, slowly

I felt my wings catching a flight,

And then all the grotty wounds began to heal, one by one

Making me realise that, people who truly love you, 

Would never try to scrape your scars,

But heal them, until they finally disappear.