There was stashed corner in my heart,
Which belonged to you in some ways.
There is a burial ground in my heart,
Which belongs to you today.
There was an ignition
Of fair emotions and foul.
There were some submissions,
Of some truths and some lies which were hauled.
There was a fire,
I had seen burning in your eyes.
There is today a pyre,
To burn all your paucities and all my penitence.
Cause you see, you and I,
Are mutually exclusive.
No not like the sky and the ocean,
No not like the soil and the air.
But like the reality of two people,
Who thought they were in love.
And never knew, when to leave,
From the cob webs of mundane habit.
So, I am walking the higher stair,
Fast and alone, I intend.
To get away from you,
For you to finally see,
To let me off falsity,
And let the false love decease.
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ACHES [Wattys Winner 2015]
PoetryAin't we drowning but still floating in our complexities of love and hatred, happiness and sorrow & life and the journey. Short stories and poetry about true living i.e living through an ache and coming out of it. Want to meet my words in versatile...