Ghost of my beating heart.

Sometimes I delve into my thoughts like I delve into your brown eyes. 

Listen to my heart beating whose rhythm only spells your name.

The skin on my hand tingles in anticipation as I think about touching you. Holding you.  being embraced like a child.

I close my eyes,  trying to get a hint of your cologne.
Crazy? 
Maybe. 

But it doesn't matter.

I smile. You're here.  

Maybe not physically,  but in a deeper way.  I can feel you. Hell,  I can even see you. 

You're there with me in everything I do. May it be just a chore. I know you enough to imagine you sitting beside me with your legs tucked under you,  commenting on my very move.

Sometimes,  I can't wait to see you.
I grow restless.  But I know that it's worth it.
I sleep peacefully because I'm assured that I'll see you the next day.
It's a sweet kinda love. But it's agonizing too.

Because when you reluctantly leave my side,  the ghost of my beating heart almost runs after you only to be reined by the hope that I'll see you again tomorrow.

Keep dreaming!

Heart < Mind

turn away

           (please don't)

and let me live with all this pain.

                        (don't)

just walk away

                  (no)

just turn your pretty face

                          (if you do, I'll die)

tell me the truth

                              (I rather live with lies)

because I don't care anymore

                          (oh, I care for you more than ever)

living in this web of misery I've turned to stone

                                                    (have I?)

tell me everything, make me hate you

                                ( we both know that I can't hate you)

cause hate runs deeper than love

                                            (does it?)

cause hate runs faster than blood

                                       ( I guess, it does.)







Keep Dreaming!

Picture Perfect?

 It's surprising how I've learnt to live without you.
I look at our pictures and it strikes me;
that smile,
which used to make my tummy cartwheel
no longer has the same effects.
those eyes,
which seem to look deep inside my soul
no longer do.
that warmth,
which I used to feel, even if you were not there,
turned into waves of coldness.
the emotions I used to feel,
are numb.
The person beside me in those pictures,
I no longer recognise him.
Our picture is just a picture now, not the
masterpiece I used to think it was.
And the people in the pictures,
they are no longer the same.
Photographs do not change, people do.


Keep Dreaming!

Messy Healing.

 I gave you my everything,
but my love wasn't enough to make you stay.
So you left me all alone,
and made me hit the bay.
Waking up each morning,
a constant pain is there,
which will diminish over time,
but now it's here and there.
I see you in every place I go,
you won't just go away,
But it lessens over time
 then why does your heart cut over mine?
Each and everyday.
I know time heals everything,
so why won't it heal me fast?
Seeing me in such a situation,
isn't it a big contrast?
So I wake up each morning,
 to hope to make you go away.
'Cause my heart can't bear so much,
but it's bearing it anyway.
In the night, I close my eyes,
to see you walk away.
A fresh wave of agony hits me now,
but oh well! I'll bear it anyway.
Until I heal, until I hope,
until I love again.
Until I see you in a garbage bin,
which will make me smile again. :)

Keep Dreaming!