1857 BC

Remembered the promise he made

Knew cannot live without her,

Chose giving up his breath, rather to suffee

Found a knife lying beside as he escaped from the dream,

Blinded by love, his tears covered his eyes,

Even the demons feared that haunting scream.

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Love doesn't appreciate ending, it stays, forever.

The only difference is, we are only perpetual of noticing it in few certain things,

and once they withdraw we go ahead believing love doesn't exist

Even a small piece of art, in this world worth millions is worthless, if your heart doesn't welcome it's vulnerability

My heart was brave yet it broke in pieces when the burden was undeniable,

Now, the same broken heart bear the sharpness of the choas so fondly,

as if it has never been broken

Every drop of the rain,

I felt,

retouched the sleeping atoms inside me,

*YOU ARE ENOUGH, I AM THERE FOR YOU OR I LOVE YOU*

I often myself chaotically settling in the crowds of broken hearts and bleeding souls,

and yet I feel myself getting locked in a corner of an empty room, which is often filled with those fictional characters I make inside my head.

They talked to me, they notice me. A young girl greets me "good morning" and we shake hands firmly, a lofi or jazz music being played in the background

And there's such a tranquility that let me reflect my own paradox of raw emotions and concluded actions.

I watch the couples dancing soberly under the moonlight, which could hardly made it's way through the glassed windows.

A girl singing soothingly while a series of mystery and suspence was taking place in my mind. A student following the most silent yet mysterious student in the woods, and the demons screamed.

It was midnight, the time went on and it felt like forever, the student never returned, the couples couldn't stop staring at each other and

the night was flowing between the innocent smiles occured on the faces, fleetingness vanished deep inside the veins.

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to let go of something should

and carry the uncertainty of each ancient boon..

I see and I couldn't really make sense what's right and what's not

But things changes when vision dreams of the sky and neglect the lushly land i've got,

The heart's still incompletely binded,

yet when something i'd expected left unsaid my eyes bleeds,

Sometimes in gladness, from carrying the ocean right on the bruises

I've wept off my tears, but clogged between my fears,

I lived a life worse than death, I felt, but the day I perished, was the one when I was so happy on the outer side, but died in pain inside.

I'm not ugly, I'm just me, covered with the salt of sea,

Underneath my skin, there's more pain than you're hands have reached,

Moon, is a therapy, for those who knows, the art of hiding their choas,

in their scarred heart very well and still manage to disguise it beautifully as if nothing has happened

My heart is the art museum moulded by love,

That you concealed between the aromatic smell of the vintage letters and between the poetic verses portraying my heart...

I was just to young to grow the roses, to old to praise the throns

can express your

deepest corners of your heart and soul,

that words cannot..