The monotone was gone
from the shelves of
realizing that I stand alone,
accepting that their is a home
at the end of all fights
and in there is where I sleep
in the care of solitude.
The name had never been the stimulator
to push me into alluding
and wishing that I be there,
cause that is how it all resets,
that is how the pain stringents
and stares…
Her presence had never caused me to
stumble upon my own reasons
and stride away to find that one gaze
that never looked the same.
But it changed,
the day when all was same and I was different,
the moment
when she spoke with care
and I felt the spark,
that one stopped frame
when the curve of her smiles
stole the crate of my desires,
when that tiny gesture
caressed the inner me,
the scared me,
and took it out into the world.
Cause that is where she parted
from the rest of others,
and became a person
worth looking ahead to.
I was no different, just another moving twig
but she was the ripple,
crazy enough to form the waves
and wash away all my fears
into the conundrum
of life.
But she wasn’t there to pull through
to the point where feelings had taken me to,
the bounds that I had crossed
and she had never cared for;
I was no different, just another passing twig
happening to be in the presence of a light
that touched and traced back
into the spark it came along with…
There was no going back,
not anymore,
not for me,
and things had changed
and I had become different,
hoping for someone that never did look
on the other side
of that newly born
infinite happiness…
Going back had never been the path,
just a last resort statement
to make truce with the inner demons,
to resolve that everything is fine
and she’s just another.
But is she?
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