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Love tales

       (1)
I fell for your pain,
The hurt in you kept me awake in the dead of the night.
What was it thumping hard inside me, I wondered.
I could see what you had to let go
Could feel each ounce of your pain
Yet, I wanted to say it loud
I am there, I won't judge,
Trust me for once.
I would take away your fears.
And be there like a lurking shadow
But I couldn't be the reason of your hurt.
Couldn't be the tears you would shed.
So I sealed my thumping heart,
As i passed you a smile
And I smiled a smile which wasn't one.

(2)

I hid it deep, deep down somewhere where the light couldn't reach
Between the folds of my existence
It's sweet vigour kept me alive
Yet, I turned it into ice
Not letting it melt
For I feared I would hurt you beyond repair
I run short of words
My voice drowns in silence
But my heart knows it all
You aren't someone different
I feel like calling you by my name
And yet, words deceive me
But I paint my love in silence
For in silence would you hear it deep
It would ring under your skin
I carry you wherever I go as I read, sing or eat
As i cross roads or take bigger leaps
You are right there like a shadow which looms large
Yet, I fail when it comes to words
The words die as I try to spill it out in the dead of the night
And it's just silence and two of us
Do you hear me?

(3)

What can I gift you except for pain
Pain that would rip you apart
And each time I think of it, I swallow my words
I can't let you hear what I feel
So I am going to keep it a secret
A secret whose perfume tingles my skin
And I smile at it
As i wish you to smell what I have carefully hid!

(4)

For once would I want to ask you this,
What would it take for you to hear what I can't speak out in words?
I know it would hurt if I spill it out
But would you please smile at the hurt,
If I decide to spell those words!
Words are meaningless,
They are mere abstractions,
But yet, when I decide to spell them
Would you be willing to listen?

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