You said, “It’s out of my mind,
As soon as it is out of my sight.”
Keeping my head on your lap
I sighed, “Same”, I replied.
The evening was dark as well,
Like the nature of our relationship.
The sky poured the same that night,
As my tears would drip.
The day you smelled the same; euphoric,
As Sweet as the musk of Moschus,
And your touch was the same erotic
As the carvings of Khajuraho temples.
That evening your breath was addictive,
Like the intoxicating smell of dendrite.
And I could not stop you from kissing,
Though I knew the relationship was a toxin.
And the venom still runs through my veins,
Making my every night blurry as hell.
You were always honest about yourself.
But I kept lying to myself.
As I know, forever
You will be out of my sight.
But I Know,
You are still not out of my mind.
Tag: Poetry
Skipped Beats
My heart skipped a beat
Whenever I saw his almond eyes,
Covered with lashes and
A spark that never dies.
My blood used to dilute
When I hugged him tightly.
His scent made me go euphoric
As he smiled sweetly.
But when I look back nowadays,
I see nothing but a girl in love,
A fool and hopeless.
I feel disgust for her desperacy
To be loved back.
When I look at myself nowadays,
I see nothing but
A blurry past;
Wrapped in tears and
A broken heart;
Tries hard to skip
Its beats once again
In hope for
A story to begin.
The Goodbye
The train left with him.
She was starting alone,
On the platform.
Her eyes were moist,
The heart was racing,
Her fists were trembling.
She was alone.
She was helpless.
She was morose,
Feeling hopeless.
He was slowly fading away.
Speed was picked up.
All she wanted to run away
With him, but
It was not her time yet.
She has to stay more
On the platform.
To wait and wait.
Until she turns grey
To get her ticket.
Moonstruck 