Getting Away From Your Thoughts
Thinking of you
And not getting you
Memories of you
And going back to you
Is something that's painful
With heart full of disdainful
Melting rainful
Going baleful
And my heart is scornful
With all the pain that I didn't want to get from you.
Getting away from your thoughts
And accepting the presence
Is nothing as it seems real
But the agony that bring back the moment
Is the harsh forment
That usher emotions of all those flashbacks in a torrent.
There's always a twinge in meeting you
And accepting the reality that isn't the real you of the pictures that I projected in my mind.
There's always a heart beat shuffling
And making vulnerable trying to imagine the good moments to happen that I wished in my kind.
Why did I question always to self
Why did I answer always to self
Where did I go wrong trying to be right
Where did I go right trying to be wrong
I wanted to get answers from you
I wanted to get explanations from you
But you stayed silent
And made me more violent
Pictured me as a defiant
And I couldn't perceive you as reliant.
There was a time when I tried so hard
You were there but moments were marred
Wanted to be so soft so butterfly
But turned out to be so hard so dry
We were good but not better
The conversations that we had could been smoother
But the twist that you introduced
Was nothing but of a bruiser
Wanted jealousy from my side
But I was all aware to awake my mind
And stayed silent
Ignored the torment
Created refreshment
Enjoyed the fragments
And lived in the moments.
The story could have a meaning
Until and unless you weren't demeaning
Couldn't get the explanations
Tried many times but you tangled the suffocations
There was no any option left than to come out from the fire
Nor I could have choked and everything could have been mire.
Thinking of you
And not getting you
Memories of you
And going back to you
Is something that's painful
With heart full of disdainful
Melting rainful
Going baleful
And my heart is scornful
With all the pain that I didn't want to get from you.
The story could have a meaning
Until and unless you weren't demeaning
Couldn't get the explanations
Tried many times but you tangled the suffocations
There was no any option left than to come out from the fire
Nor I could have choked and everything could have been mire.
By Moin Uddin
From: Nepal
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