I close my eyes and I see you.
In every cell of my body, is you.
You've become a part of me,
and now I can't just be.
Without you it's eternity
spent without knowing me.
There is no color,
no shine, no memory.
Of life, of me, of reality.
Nothing after you,
nothing before you.
A shadow of the past.
A glimpse into serenity
Never have I ever seen,
something perfect, like we've been.
We loved, we adored, we worshipped.
We were one soul in two bodies.
Entwined together, we thought we'd be.
But destiny said you weren't meant for me.
I fought, and I struggled to hold on tight.
But you slipped through my fingers that night.
You didn't look back,
to see my cry.
I was on my knees,
begging to die.
Cause without you,
there was nothing I could do.
So I floated along in life
fuelled by our memories.
Of the times we had.
The love we shared.
The promises we thought
we'd never break.
I'm still here, floating around,
waiting to hear the sound,
of your loving voice,
asking me to come back home.
When people talk, do they always say what is on their mind? Or do they live in a fear that words once thrown, like stones, can create ripples in the water? I have been thinking of how honest people actually are, when I got the news that honesty is a flexible term and can be moulded according to the situation or circumstance. As I rode my two Wheeler to office today, I looked around on the street and saw 'dishonest' people. Where are they going? What are they going to say next which may not be honest? I was infuriated at the thought that at some point of time I can also be 'dishonest'. So what is honesty? Should people be explicit with their feelings to be considered honest? A friend who comes dressed like a Fashion disaster wouldn't want to hear the words circulating in your head. So you say nice things to her like, oh what a lovely dress! But do you really mean it? Most often NO. Then are we being truthful? We two people fall in love, it is an amazing feeling. We...
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