My History

There is so much I have told you
but nothing you have known yet
Each moment is a story
a sad and a happy one.


 I dug open my heart that day.
 Reached at the bottom of six feet
 and unearthed my grave.

 You sat on the sofa with a glass of vine
 and I sat on the floor, right next to your feet
 my eyes locked with yours, my soul listening to you.

 You asked me my story, my life in the history
I knew this was coming.
It was about time when you spoke those words.
I sat motionless for a while.
Did not speak and the room was quiet.

As I started living my history again.
I saw your eyes, glistening blue
and mine maroon into you.

And in that moment, we did not rush
with each breath in that moment
took it easy, my history.

And then the dreadful happened the next day
you left me and I left you
our souls were unknown to us
our life ahead was marred
by my history.


She broke up with me

It felt like I took a bullet
leaving the gun, she held straight at me

when she asked me to sit down first
and told me we were done

Ironically, I focussed on the courtsey she offered
and not on the acerbic words spoken

I knew she still cared for me
when she asked me to take that chair

Ahh, foolish I have been
to focus on the courtsey
when she wanted to leave me clearly

May be this was the reason, she wanted to break up
because, I focussed on things that really didn’t matter

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