The Outburst
The Outburst
I recall the outburst from when, for the
very first time, ever since I met you
When I didn't call or text and
You didn't do that either.
I remember how miserable it made
me feel, because you knew, I knew,
that was the strangest thing for us
to even make any of us believe.
Thought you'd at least ask me,
if I was doing well but you didn't.
So, I made myself believe,
"You were busy" just so that
I could easily move away.
That "waiting for you and your calls"
was like a countdown.
Felt like my heart would skip a beat or,
It might burst, with the tick-of-a time-bomb.
Keeping myself away was obviously
freaking me out but, fighting my fears
and overcoming my concern for you,
was far more scarier and hurtful than-
any of us could ever imagine.
The lines that I now write sync to,
no love song anymore.
'cause the moment you left,
our dreams & our home
was all shattered.
Now, all of my feelings and emotions
have drowned in your love even more
than before and oh, the pain it brings!
The more I repel and try to run,
The more I get indulged and I never learn.
Many of you would bluntly be reading this,
like it was an ordinary rhyming script.
Fewer know,
I play the melancholy music in the
background of all my poetries these days.
Thinking about all the plans we once made,
Now I just wonder if it matters, anyways.
I guess it does, to you, I know it does,
Because I feel that you're just hiding it.
But still, on the other days I question myself,
"Are we even going to vibe that way ever?"
In the search of the answers,
To such questions, with an
inquisitive nature and a hope in my heart,
I keep moving forward but,
I still, as in staying in the same place.
I'm living our dreams,
In our safe place!