Cold.

Cold,
she used to often accuse me
Of being.
Didn’t she know, she was the only warmth
In my never ending winter?
She says,
My face doesn’t light up
When she exclaims “I love you”
How can it?
When all you knew until now was hatred,
Curses being spewed at you?
So much, that love is just a word now?
How?
Can I allow her
The light in my moonless sky
To love me
And darken her bright aura
In my grayish hue.
So
I wait
For her love to wane.
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Her world.

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They said she was the quiet type.

As she stood there quietly,hopelessly wishing

someone would listen to her scream.

Maybe she did have a language of her own,

a world of her own.

Where she could be chirpy and loud all the time,

where she could be a prankster,

where she could walk bare feet,

feeling the earth,

where the characters of her favorite book come alive,

where she could have a ball dance with her prince,

where she could pick up her bag and just

leave for some unknown far off place,

where she didn’t have to put the mask and pretend.

Maybe she wasn’t screaming to be rescued.

Maybe she was calling out to someone,

to join her in her world.

God rang me up.

god rang me up,
and said,
be ready my child,i want you back
in my abode,in a day,
i won’t waste a second from then,
i will run,run to you,my life,
i will take your hand,and ask you to come,
come love,be my wife.
i will ask you to walk,
walk with me forever,
that wont be long,as my forever won’t last for ever,
i will take you to the places,
where we laughed,where we ate,
you will smile heartily on seeing,
where we had our first date

god rang me up,
and said,
be ready my child,you have a few hours left,
i would hold you in my arms,
and keep your head on my lap,
would you fancy a small nap?
so i can look at you,
remember your lips,that contended smile,
each of your countours,each line,
i want to drink,
drink in your beauty,
i hope your face remains in my memory,though sublime,
love,i shall wait,
wait for you up there,
fifty or a hundred,do i care?

i know when you shall wake up,
it would be hard,
but love,believe me
my heart will be charred,
to leave you,
but,
now i shall take my leave,
i love you my love,
promise me,you won’t cry much,
when you heave.