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Some unreadable poem by a anonymous writer

Young Love

You said that we’ll have to stay apart, Though only for a while Then why is it that deep in my heart, I feel like you’re housing lies behind that smile. You said that we’ll have to stay apart, Then why is it that I keep on finding you? In the fluttering wings of butterflies, in the vivid undertones of art, In the gentle rustling of leaves and in the bed of ocean that runs blue. I found you in the half eaten bar of chocolate, That I wrapped and kept in the fridge for you to eat I know how frustrated you’d be when you come home at night You’ll crib about work and will tell me how you crave something sweet. I found you in the first ray of sunshine, That woke me up from sweet sleep I found you in these old letters of mine That I had written when I’d weep. I found you in eternity Reeking of an uncanny comfort I found you in transitory At the back of my car seats, at the hem of my old shirt. Then why is it that you say that we’re apart? Do you not feel as I do? Does my love not vanquish separation, oh sweetheart? Does the sky not paint my warmth? Do the winds not sing the melodies that I composed for you?

I’m autumn, Tugging on to the aged leaves, shedding the canopies off their weight, I’m shy but I won’t let you notice that. I’ll nod with every sway story of yours, of those whom you love and those whom you hate. I’m scared, Scared of the nostalgic feeling that I hold. I see how you crinkle your eyes occasionally in between our conversation, You look at me like I’m a part of a story that you’ve been told. I notice, When you’re restless you trace little circles on your palm, You scratch the back of your neck as you let out long sighs. I know that a short nap with lavender tugged beside your pillow can restore your calm. I’m insecure, I keep on imagining how it’ll be, When you leave me for the prettier winter morning with chilly gushes of wind Calling out to you, asking you to pull your rubber band and set your hair free. I’m autumn, insecure and terrified I might smile, but it’s just a place where my fears hide. I envy winter, smelling of freshly baked cakes and snowflakes I want to shed off all your burdens; I’ll be a shoulder for you to cry I’m autumn, the earth is where I die.

He calls me beautiful and I can’t help but realise, he says it like he means it I can’t see no sympathy in his eyes. The frizz of my hair the strands falling everywhere, it’s funny how it barely bothers him, partially submerged into the water he smiles, as I struggle with my cap every time when we go for a swim. And every time before an important event I keep on thinking about the ways in which I might fail, but he never gets annoyed, just holds my hand as I bite on the last bit of my crooked nail. He calls me beautiful on the days when every inch of my body feels ugly to me, he makes me feel comfortable about myself, he sets all my insecurities free. He never notices the stretch marks peeking from under my arm, instead, he talks about how captivating my giggle is, he says it works like a charm. He is fine with my love handles bulging out every time I try to fit an into a bodycon, all he cares about is if I have my pills on time even on the days when he is gone. And last night we fought over me telling him how he deserves better, this morning this side of my bed felt empty as a woke up to his letter. He said and I quote “It’s about how I can’t make you happy, no matter how hard I try,” the ink started getting smudged as I began to cry. “When I look at you there ain’t a single flaw that I see,” “What should I do to make you realise you are as gorgeous as a person can be.” And he kept on praising me for seven other paragraphs, I couldn’t stop thinking about how he makes me feel secure and comfortable while making me laugh. I didn’t move an inch kept on lying till the morning turned into evening, and cursed a couple of times when I finally had to get up as the bell did ring. I opened the door to a bouquet of flowers that he held as he stood against the threshold, I pulled him inside, apologized, and talked about the things which I had never told. Snuggled in my arms he shut his eyes as he drifted off to sweet sleep, I couldn’t, as that was the night when I realised that I was diving in an ocean of love so deep. He calls me beautiful without any shame, he calls me beautiful like it’s my name.

Falling in and out of love, every single night is a game; my fidgety fingers are playing with the wire of my earphones while I wait for the phone’s screen to flash your name. It’s funny how I feel the need to scroll through your pictures with each passing hour, with every glance little do I realise that yes we’ve come so far. People often tell me that I’ve changed, they say I hold a happy vibe; I smile and wish if I could tell them that you’re the one who has gifted me with this new life. And oh how I feel a rush of emotions at the mere mention of your name, so why am I falling out of love? why is every single night this terrible game? I sit in the corner gazing into the empty space, and all I could think about is holding your arm as my finger runs over every curve of your face. But we stand together somewhere in this foggy haze, and we take several steps backwards when we don’t talk for days. Right when I’m about to leave, when I’m about to turn around; you pull me back into our haven where we feel safe and sound. Staring into your hazel orbs I’m unsure where to place the blame, and I sink into the bed as the twinkling stars giggle at our obnoxious game. But slowly as the sky is kissed by the sunrays, you cut through the bushes of ego and twril the happiness in several ways. You stand Infront of me, apologizing for the mistakes that you didn’t make, a tear accompanies my wide smile as I keep drowning into this deep emotional lake. The path ahead is steep and rough, you hold my hand as we walk through; my extreme happiness takes the form of tears and I walk with moist eyes “oh baby what great deeds have I done to deserve you?”

~A~

They say magic does not exist, they say that these are all lies,

How do i explain it to them that I’ve felt it? How do I tell them that I’ve seen it with my own eyes?

It was magical when I met him at the most random instance,

It was magical when my hair kept the pieces of his fragrance.

Wasn’t it magical when his mere touch could calm every storm inside me?

Wasn’t it magical when his thoughts kept me up till three?

It was magical how he held all my broken pieces together,

It was magical how our conversations didn’t have to make sense ; we could just blither.

And it was magical how he would just confide in me,

Maybe i felt that person within him whom no one else could see.

And when we held hands I felt the magic, I felt the spark,

I could finally breathe, I saw him as my light in the dark.

It was magical how things finally felt right,

It was magical how even in the lost battles I had won the fight.

And yet if they say that magic does not exist,

I’ll show them the healing cuts on my wrist.

It’s him whom I found my magic in,

It’s him who detoxified me of each of my sin.

He pulled me out of my thoughts while I was staring at the candles which were lit,

I can confidently say that those who don’t believe in magic will never find it.

~A~

Has the sky gotten a little darker or have the stars turned a bit too bright ; or maybe it’s you. Have all the flowers bloomed suddenly or is it just my sight? Maybe it’s you. Why do I stand and stare at these empty spaces? And why have I started visiting these different places? Maybe it’s you. Why do I pause randomly only to smile ; And why do I feel that I haven’t been myself now quite for a while? Well maybe it’s you. Why is it that lately I’ve been playing a lot with my hair? Why do I feel like I have received the answer to each of my prayer? Maybe it’s you. Is it you who calls my name and hides everytime I turn around? Why do you do this? Are you afraid of being found? Am I just a game that lately you’ve been playing? You’ve never felt a thing for me, is this what you’re saying? Why haven’t my hands been lonely; The cuts and gashes kiss my wrist. Why do my knuckles bleed? Why do I have a broken fist? Well maybe it’s you. Why is it that I can’t sleep at nights and insomnia is my new best friend? Why is it that for me sadness and depression have become a trend? Maybe it’s you. Maybe it’s always been you and I couldn’t comprehend, My story might have had a happy beginning but it’s going to face a disastrous end.

P.S Just Kidding

Tell me you want me to thrive, tell me you don’t want me to cry, Tell me you don’t want me to cling, tell me you want to let me fly.

I feel it when you look at me, like you’ve been waiting for a while, I feel it when you pull me back and suppress me with a gentle smile. I prance l, I stroll, I break, deep inside I cry, but then again I hold my tears back and I let these feelings die. I want to break the barriers and I want to come out, “Who are you to morph my life?” I wanna shout.

The only flame that kept me burning is slowly getting cold, I see a tear escape from his eyes while he puts up a face so bold. They have made my life an act full of lies, as they create relationships out of my dreams and melodies out of my cries.

And you’ll never realize how this laughter sings to me, Of all the things I couldn’t achieve, of all the heights I couldn’t see. And you wouldn’t understand that it pains me every night, that I allowed myself to be numb,even though I knew that it wasn’t right.

And when these lights shimmer a story is told, of how I allowed myself to let him go while he was the only one whom I was supposed to hold. There are things that you’d miss, things that wouldn’t come within your sight, I know that I am at a war with myself but I don’t know whom to fight.

~A~