I hid my pain rotting within,
I feared it's suffocating stench.
I wanted your wounds to heal
Just as I hoped mine to fade .
You fell for your wounds and I fell for your pain.
After all, I have always been true to pain.
With every breath under the sky, I have died by bits,
And I am dying continuously without any fail.
I was born with a curse which refuses to leave my skin,
My skin, well it hides well!
My inner world is scattered in bits, but do I give up?, I ask myself.
Where do I run to , if running away could cure me of my curse!
But I was not born to run out of it, I was born to live with it.
I stand transfixed, gazing at the far horizon
And with the last bit of sunrays on my hair
And the wind on my skin
I dream and I keep on dreaming!
My dreamscape is all that I have for myself.
"My love is enough for both of us", she often felt those words ring in her heart. She finally had understood that life wouldn't always follow her designs. That people are meant to leave but their memories won't. She often had wondered how someone could love her to such an extent when that person had always known that she wouldn't reciprocate those feelings. How could a person stand by her when she always acted as a fleeting shadow. She never had given hope for she knew the pain of dejection but he kept hoping like a hopeless vagabond. How she wished that he would some day hate her enough to let go. She devised ways to free him from this web, she acted cold, turned indifferent, did everything he detested and she finally saw some changes. It was a relief, he finally seemed to take hold of his life. She could see him grow responsible. He finally it seemed was learning to love himself. Phone calls died, meetings subsided, they become known strangers. All this while ...
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