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Published on by Harpreet Chhachhia2 Comments

I have lived and I have loved;
I have laughed and I have cried;
I have grown through the fast years,
And mourned them all, as they died.

Hope has always been a friend
And love has been my queer guide;
I believed them to be true –
Yet, all this time they have lied.

It’s hard to trust the flowers;
It’s hard to forget the past;
Though I know no matter what
No flower will ever last.

I carry my wounds around,
All are quite welcome to see
How they ooze and seldom heal
This heart, beating, inside of me.

But, I am surrounded by those,
Who cannot feel and do not see;
So I find myself asking lovers,
If they have ever truly loved me.

Sleep

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Sleep lets you know
What death feels like,
When you get into bed,
And those you love
Don’t know you’re alive.
It is death.
It shows you
The nightmare
Of being alone.
Even in life.

Apart

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Love grows over time, it deepens with age,
It rises like mountains touching the sky,
Its rivers meet oceans, quiet and dark;
None seem to mind, or ask of it just why.

But as the waters delve and the peaks soar,
Distances widen, far out of arm’s reach;
They say, that is how true love ought to be;
They say, who do not do; but seek to teach.

Time lengthens, and our bodies grow apart;
Love takes for granted how fast the years run;
Soon, distances charter space and black holes,
While I become the moon, and you, the sun.