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:: still waters run deep::
my words echoes in this room and it's only me who can hear it , till they are lost in the silence again.
things seem better here, things seem better with my eyes shut.
my thoughts pile up one by one upon me and leave nothing but a feeling of numbness.
i don't want to go back to the reality .
it was okay when i was cold and like an ice,
but why did you have to melt it with your warmth ?
now they pour as tears, and i can taste them;
my defeat.
i had surrendered myself to you, but if you had to go...then why the attachment ?
i know i cannot bring you back, it's your love which i lack .
my music has died within me , wilted into thousand memories i spent with you...
why did you leave me in this empty void of confusion ?
silent words stirring in my mind, to them how could i be blind...
i promised myself that i wouldn't cry..then a silent tear streams down my tired eye.
my head always tilts on the side...hoping to find your shoulder for support...
my eyes search for you everywhere....
and i ask to myself if life has been fair...
people say everything will be fine, they all shove the same medicine down my throat,
but can the words erase the extended memories of yours ?
you changed me...i don't know for worse or for better...
i never thought that this would happen....it still seems like a nightmare...
but with sound mind in this empty room... i can still hear my broken heart...
i will smile....but there's a lot of difference between smiling and being happy..
people smile it doesn't mean that they are happy.
i know that you're watching me...with every step i take..
with every tear i cry...
if my tears could build a stairway and memory a lane,
i would climb straight up to heaven and bring you back again.
you're somewhere far away from here but not far away from my heart .
you nested my hollowness and brought me to the world,
now you left me , what's the use of staying here ??
maybe you're gone, but your memories will always remain,
outside my house, hanging in the clothesline....
