You

You are the smile on my face
You are my beautiful days
You are the curtain swaying in wind
You are the fragrance of summer in my mind

The mist on the ocean is you
The red in the rose is you
The wrinkles on my bed is you
The maroon on my lips is you

You are the golden eyes under the sun
You are the green grass on my shirt
You are the bed-sheet on my chest
You are the shoulder on which I rest

The pillows on sofa is you
The pictures on the wall is you
The flower vase with lilies is you
The hammock in the balcony is you

You are the air I breathe
You are the dreams I saw at night
You are the light when I am low
You are the love I did not know

And now that I have found you, I am all you.

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.

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 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.

 

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