Day: August 24, 2018
MORE THAN ADICTION
Don’t Miss this romantic and moving Love Poem!!!
Do few things…
Broken
Forgetting you is the hardest thing to do
I tried and tried but it still remains inside
I don’t know how to let go the feelings I have for you
Oh! How can I forget you if I don’t want to…
‘Cause loving you is something I want to hold on to
For the love I feel for you, brings light in everything I do
Can’t believe it’s happening to me but it’s true
That I’ve loved you ever since I met you
But seeing you is quite painful too
So sad but I have to stay away from you
Yes, you are my happiness! And you are my everything
But the fact that you do not belong to me
I know it’ll be nothing – my love for you will be for nothing.
PS – To my love, my life.
That Ego Game
They played their ego on one another until they attained stalemate. And they declared it as an even keel. Little they knew how in the process they lost a thing called love.
Copyright © Shantanu Baruah
Touch
I run my fingers
over your words as I read them
frisson up my soul.
Reality Check: The Rewrite Of You
In the movie business, a screenwriter may be told to do a ‘rewrite’ of their screenplay. This usually consists of using the original version of their story as a rough guide but manipulating and editing its events so that it works better for the intended viewer. This might mean losing major scenes from its timeline, portraying characters differently and repackaging the overall narrative.
I have experienced a rewrite, I have been a part of one. It involved manipulation, deleting scenes, editing of major key events and a general revamp and reworking for its intended audience. The rewrite was of me.
To betray and leave someone who you have loved and built a life with takes a special kind of compartmentalization. It involves you untangling from that person, detaching from their love and their bonding to you.
To see it through goes against the grain of everything you have built…
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AT THE EDGE OF LIGHT
Leaves fall at the dying time
Sheaves not long been stooked
Weaves the light through the naked trees
Grieves the child who looked
Playing at the edge of light
Singing unaware of time
Bringing innocence to bear
Tolling bells sound as clocks chime
“Pretty”
They tell me death isn’t pretty
But they haven’t looked at it from my perspective
This calming interpretation
That life is just a game
And at the end, we run out of lives
I’m close to that point
With a silver sword and a jagged heart
I stand on the edge
Of a mountain made of glass
Waiting for the slightest breeze
To push me off
So I can fly free
Tell me death isn’t pretty
When you haven’t seen it first hand
With a smile and a glass of gin
When you haven’t danced on the edge
Of being alive and being dead
🔮 My DreamCation 💫
If you love me again like you love me before, this time I want you to love me much more.
I want to prepare for a little trip, I don’t want to think about the price. If the prize is worth the fight, you can’t put a cost on paradise. Close your eyes and take my hand in your mind, if you truly love me too. I really believe if you fight for your dreams, they will actually fight for you.❤️
Now keep the phone to your ear, as I describe this beautiful oasis. I don’t think no other vacation spot, can actually compare to such places. You can catch the aroma of every flower, when the slightest wind blows. And when the sun hits the surface, it creates the most amazing sparkling glow.💫
It’s even gorgeous when it rains, because when the water touchdowns. It creates its own rainbows…
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The Reluctant Poet 