Pain..

I continued waiting for you
and the rains kept lacerating my soul
with the hope of your return

Love..
A self mutilation..
which slowly cuts through your skin
hurting deep within
till blood starts oozing out..
filling the space more and more with its stench and smell..
until the moment arrives after which there is no pain
no realization of any sting
Only numbness that exists
like your love..
like our love..

Hopes..

There was hope in her eyes

Hope to see him again

Hope to feel him again

Hope to get drowned in his fragrance once again

Hope to see him smile the same way when they first kissed

Hope to find the lost love again..

And, all that she sought was.. a tender touch on her cheeks

to rekindle the hallucinatory hopes of the shattered heart.

And so I was.. standing on my toes

making it facile for you to sweep me off my feet

but instead, you decided to trip me over