A Pouring Broken Heart.... - Poem by Ankit Mittal
As i write this piece, i can hear my own breath;
Heartbeats pacing, butterflies in my belly and the taste of sour death...
It is all the memories that has brought me to this maze;
As i close my eyes i go back to those days...
I had never been in love, but then you came around;
You and your bad jokes, made my world go round..
The sound of the phone ringing was my new best friend;
Only had i known, i was building castles with sand...
Like the fall of the guillotine, i had fallen for you;
and, Ah my love, it was nothing but true...
Was a pity you lived miles away from me;
Was you, i always desired to see...
Spending time with you, i imagined how it would be;
My thoughts found different homes, like a bird set free...
Then came the day i first saw you;
The cute smile, the curls of your hair, the chin, and these are just few...
I couldn't stop myself from expressing how i felt;
As i had expected, yes, u did melt...
I wanted to scream out to the world that, yes u were mine;
I remember your words, 'we will take it one day at a time'
My love for you multiplied with each passing day;
All i wanted was you, come what may...
The months that followed were the best my eyes had ever seen;
I still remember every moment, every word you said, and where my heart had been...
You, your uniqueness, your peccadilloes and all of your idiosyncrasies;
I can write a whole book, on all such memories...
But then came the storm i wish had never come;
Differences, quarrels, negativity, silence, distance and tears;
unfolding in front of my eyes were all of my fears...
The sun of my geart, my love, my queen, what had i done wrong;
Like the striking of the thunder, in a flash you were gone...
you say 'there's no looking back into what was yesterday';
i say, 'I will trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday'...
It is said 'you only love once', and i couldn't agree more;
As this paper gets wet with my tears, i can't pen down anymore...
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