Call it misery or the havoc of love!Or was it even love the way the world defines?
My sorrow was, somewhere, a key to his content.
And yet, he was around like no one else.
An ego of sorts, enveloped us till no end,
And yet in each other, our completeness dwells.
For longer than forever, a lot remained unsaid.
Once in a while came the signs of calm.
This tranquility with me was not the peace he made.
But a war of silence that caught me unalarmed.
It was more than often that we fell apart.
Spilling poison around, in the due course.
But failing to sustain the distances for long,
Reunited each time with a stronger force.
Never was it stated, but somehow I knew -
His pain was his comfort while mine, his beam.
Never was it stated, but somehow he knew -
Inspite of it all, he was my impossible dream...
I thought in many ways that I was not afraid.
For, I am not where he belonged.
Yet it hurts beyond cure to just let go
With a heart disillusioned and all hopes forlorn.
Out he walked with a favor to ask & a cold smile of no return.
Despite the tearing pain, I waited as I stood
Steady as a statue and violently stern -
I absorbed the venom of his rancid offer
Though here I am -
Still feeling high on my sadist philosopher...





