Moonlight Phobia

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I lost count of the dreams I had,

And the nights there wasn't any.

It's always like that when clouds 

Roll away from the moon

Like lovers saying farewell.

The solitary nightingale singing 

Her eulogistic aria;

Creatures of the night 

Silently wiped their tears

While doing their best not

To get heard by others.

The song finished and the bird

Flew away to her next destination

Leaving behind her lost souls,

Unhealed wounds and stinking promises.

This is the reason I prefer

To have a blank stupor.

Because when I don't

I see crazy things I know I shouldn't.

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*Picture from shutterstock

Yearning for Amber

 If only time stands still.

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I see you and everything else disappears

Nothing really matters,

Not the pimply kid who sits

Quietly beside me while torturing his iPod;

Not the bus driver who blows his horns

To the irritation of the passengers

Who slept late and woke up early,

Including me.

Everything becomes a blur

When you are around me.

And for days, the sight of you

Makes me want to wake up 

A little bit late so that I'll be

In the same bus you are in,

Which my boss complains about

Since she expects me to be there

Way too early than what's needed.

Yesterday I almost wished that

For a time, can I have my life

Stopped inside that bus?

Like a mosquito trapped in Amber,

I yearn for that brief feeling of elation,

Of immortalizing a single moment 

That somehow makes me get by.

My day begins and ends the moment 

You enter and alight the bus.

That's approximately 30 minutes.

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*Pics from collectorsquest

Sleep Walk

When will we wake up?

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I lived without a life,

It left me years ago

Taking with it all the 

Laughter I could make

And the tears I could shed.

Since then I existed 

But did not lived;

I ate without tasting the food;

I slept without the pleasure 

Of dreams- even nightmares.

Suddenly birds aren't chirping

And dogs stopped wagging their tails.

I felt gray.

Black would have been better.

I died without being dead.

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Saying Goodbye in a Fortuner

Sometimes bitterness is so sweet.

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I said goodbye at

The back seat of a Fortuner.

Empowered by the motion

Of the moving wheels

I surrendered to the urge

To let you go,

To let all things go,

Not just you but the 

Rest of the bunch;

You weren't exclusive

I just thought you should know

That you're not worth that much.

I drowned myself

In the constant whirring of 

Voices that now sounds

So meaningless to my ears,

And yet there was a time

When all I needed was that

Voice to keep me assured.

Gone are those days.

I even ask myself if they 

Really happened since

I can't[ anymore] recall

Any of your out of tune songs.   

I closed my eyes so 

That it'll help me cry,

I guess my tears will somehow

Make me realize the 

Intensity of losing not only you

But all those you have become

Because of me;

Like the maturity you wanted me

To feel my tears won't come out too.

Guess they are harder to fool

Compared to all of you;

Especially you.

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*Picture from webshots

If You're Here

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 I wish you're here.

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If you're here

I'd hold your hand

And breathe you in,

I'll remember your scent

And the way your hand feels.

If you're here

I won't be blowing kisses your way

I would make them real

Not in dreams and naps

But in flesh and sight.

If you're here

I'd look into your eyes

And slowly I'll cry

Not because you're hurting me

It's just that I feel so alive.

If you're here

I won't be writing this

There won't be a poem

For I'll be spending my time

Putting words in motion.

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*Picture from clipartof