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When longing becomes attainment, And love becomes a dream, You know your hands are empty, You stay calm and cannot scream, Your voices echo inside your heart, And thoughts wander here and there, You ignore yourself, and scold too, But nothing then affects you...

Most of my poetry is generally about the night.. because without you the nights have always been longer... without you the nights have always been darker and without you the nights have always felt lonelier. I went for night outs and late night parties.. but they were all excuses.. every night post work whenever I lie down on my bed.. I think of the times we sat together and talked about life at 3-4 AM.. about our fears, dreams and childhood memories... I think of the times when I slept with you and the way you wrapped me in your arms and I could hear your heartbeat... I remember how I always used to tell you to calm down and notice that our breaths were always in sync.. you slept early every night and I used to gaze at you for hours... Now when I lie down on my bed, I YouTube videos instructing how to distract your mind.. and similar ones. It's funny how amazingly we were together and how drastically things changed and now we are just mere strangers. Are your nights longer than ...

. . Wandering through the dark nights, my thoughts get tired. Living in dilemmas and confusions about the past, life gets tired. But then there are reasons and hopes that push me towards a new tomorrow, where I see a new image of what we could be and also the reality about what we really are. Can you hear the silences traveling through the late nights.. can you feel the Breeze flowing from my house to yours... No we aren't neighbors nor we are in the same city.. but still can you smell the perfume I wore today that you gifted.. these thoughts.. these maybes.. these assurances and hopes gives my life a new reason to look forward to.. but you're still there.. smiling at me for no reason and I wonder if I am a joke or my life is, which is still under the control of your thoughts...

He used to tell me to send him a picture every night before I slept. I always wondered why? why he wanted to see me when my eyes were tired and my smile was lazy; my thoughts were still and my pulse was lower than usual. His little demands at times were strange but they said so much about him, about how he loved me, how he saw me, how he wanted to know each bit of me, how he wanted to travel through me, how he wanted to talk without talking, how he wanted to dive in the confused paths of my story. I always thought that he was crazy, crazy for me and in love. I used to wonder what would he do without me. I used to wonder how would that one night be for him when I won't send him a picture, how would he go to sleep. I never thought that I would ever be left alone by him so I never thought of the probabilities and consequences. But then one day he left ! I was unprepared. I was unaware. And it happened one night when I was blocked from his life and I was as helpless as it could be....

I was always cautious about falling in love but then I met you.. it was different because you were different... I remember how I lost my words when you looked into my eyes and how I looked in the mirror every morning those days and admired myself because last night you said I was beautiful... You changed my life and perception towards love, God and life. Thank you for coming into my life... . .

Unanswered questions, incomplete stories and unsaid goodbyes are the most painful ! .

Being in love with someone who doesn't love you back is an extreme mix of two feelings of helplessness and empowerment. Helplessness because you cannot force anyone to love you back and empowerment because nobody can control how you feel, nobody can stop you and nobody can blame you... But then those nights come when you're lying alone on your bed with countless thoughts.. and you think how incomplete yet complete your life is.. and finally you sleep with a heavy heart but one satisfying thought that maybe he too feels incomplete without me.. and these maybes then become an escape from your disturbing thoughts and then you finally sleep...