I still remember that night. (Short Poem)

Man Looking Up At Stars

And I still remember that night

When the whole world had gone dark

Just little lights in little homes

Far far apart

I still remember how we had grabbed our tiny flashlights

And had flashed them on the lonely lifeless street

below our rusted black balcony

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A Letter to The One I Lost

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A Letter to the one I lost..

 

Dear Sarah,

I saw you today. I saw you and thought of how that was supposed to be me, the one holding flowers for you in that tiny cafe by the sixth Street , the one that watched you laugh today, the one that played with your hair and your lips, the one to love you. It was supposed to be me. But it wasn’t. 

Instead, I was the one that stood there and watched,  as you smiled adorably at him just the way you used to smile at me at some point. I saw, you wore the bracelet I gave to you, on a date with him. Glad you took a part of me with you.

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Please Don’t Go there. ( Poetry for the heartbroken)

Don’t Go There….

Don’t go in that house of your memories 

There is nothing new to be found
Just weaknesses that your heart had shed
Lying all over the ground

Don’t go over there 
Those pieces are like shards of glasses

And you won’t even scream as

They will make you bleed

Don’t go there because

you will keep going further

to search him in the mysterious darkness

We all know he isn’t there

Don’t go there because

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The Angel That Found Her (Break up)

She lay there on the ground broken to bits with the darkness hugging her, the pieces of her heart lay scattered on the floor all around her. She looked around helplessly and tried fixing the broken pieces but ended up making it even worse.

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Nothing seemed to be working. Nothing could be fixed she thought. She covered her face with her hands and broke down. Her shoulders were shivering and her whimpers were audible but there was no human to hear them there. She was all alone, or so she thought.

When she looked up again she saw an angel sitting there carelessly but sporting a  worried expression. The winged lady asked her to cry more ,so the little girl did.

The angel preached that the tears always healed the wounds of the heart but the girl couldn’t explain how tired she was of crying for him so she just didn’t say anything in return.

But It was as if the angel could read her thoughts so she changed the topic throwing the girl off hand, she asked

“Why do you keep chasing his memories around in circles?”

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