The lover from the other street who has one day took off the road, unaware that the exit is exactly your address I searched a lot over my google map from the past days where I missed you but didn't show up or cried. I felt it and this subtly emanated through the words written over my English vocabulary notebook or my mixed playlist of songs might seem too dark However they are the light to my blank space.
Your rubber band is in my wallet. One day mother asked who this belongs to I said to you but lied that I would return. I won't you know that somewhere in your heart. Do you too have a dream personified as me in your heart as I have you wholly in my heart?
Not necessarily as love but as a feeling you would love to partake once ( Just the love part cause I have dealt with the grief). I am saying you unless I am myself, I am nothing. So meet me only when it's possible otherwise the possibility of yearning turning to an urge won't take too much time to wreck the world I have built with your memories collected every hour passing within the clock hanging over the wall.
I am stuck in between the paths one taking me to the street with starlight scenic while the other to the outskirts of the city where dark space seems more serene to the operated heart ( no stitches or wound just ironically, trying to cut down the veins and portraying myself with the madness for love).
Is it me or have you too gone through this? So many questions to answer but none to discern the real query of ours?
dil-e-nadaan tuje huya kya he Akhir is dard kii Dawa kya he jaan tum par nisaar karthaan hoon - Ayushmaan Khurana
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Remember those days in Paris. When I saw you for the first time. Your eyes were glittering, Or maybe, It was just lil bit of sunshine. I fell in love on first sight. Oh! darling remember, we were so crazy, so damn crazy under starlight. Crashing parties, Eiffel Tower and how can I forget moonlit stars sighing on empty streets; you laughing on my silly poetries. Remember watching the Louvre, leaning for a kiss; you stepping on my feet. This city made you crazy or maybe it was the vintage wine you hoarded, messing with my mind and making us hazy.