Okay, I don’t.
I can’t.
Last month I met Edward Cullen and Bella Swan in a library between two crispy pages. I made high jumps from page to page, from one mind-blowing word to another, from one wondrous scene to another, and kept looking at him full of wonder. His rhythm of love was almost like yours, believe me— “And so the lion fell in love with the lamb…” Edward murmured in a paragraph that holds the whole twilight world. Bella looked away, hiding her eyes, thrilled at the words.
“What a stupid lamb,” Bella sighed.
“What a sick, masochistic lion.”
But as Bella might freak out seeing me admiring Edward so much, I came out of their world as quickly as possible. How badly I wish she knew you. How badly I wish someday she meets us two, too, in a library between two crispy pages.
There has always been a part of you in people I meet or pass by or read. If not their height, then your style. If not their face, then at least the way you smile. I start to love all these people more than you. Because when I’m with you, I’m with the love of my life. But when I’m with them, I carefully notice something of you through them, and I fall in love with you. Again.
I am sure, amidst the huge crowd of my town, if you someday shout your own name out loud, a lot of people will definitely stop and approach you saying they know this name, this you—because you have their t-shirts; some will say your perfume matches theirs; some like the coffee of the café you visit on weekends; some sell your favourite chocolate coffee; and some have the ancient poetry you have been searching for so long.
Everybody has something of you, like you. But nobody is you. Not even near to. Yet if I ever lose you, know that I would carry a pain that weighs of losing a whole town full of souls I tremendously love. I would lose a thousand of you. Perhaps a million. It isn’t that no one would find me after the town’s destruction. It is that I would never find anyone ever again.
Not even myself.
A Thank You Note
When they broke my trust
before even building it,
you fulfilled a trust
even before you owned it.
You heard my silence
when I couldn’t hear or speak;
wounded by their invisible hands,
with your visible heart,
you have healed me. free@symbianize
Sweet Dreams
My eyes get closed,
and it’s you,
it’s always been you,
a hundred skies, a thousand moons.
And a hope.
That I am there in your thoughts, too,
to keep you up all night
and when I fall asleep,
it’s your eyes that get closed. k12
Index
About the Book
About the Author
Part One Crying Is Allowed Here Soul’s Void
The Change
Inequality
An Unfair Loss
Complicated We
Unpromising
Blank History
When You Hurt
The Saddest Thing
Crying in the Shower
False Empathy
Mean
Self Torture
The Unexpressed Ache
Heartbreaker
One Way Love
Misunderstanding
It’s Over
Closure
When There’s Nothing
Left to Say
Moving On
Broken Dreams
Loving Him
When We Two Parted
I am Nowhere
I Don’t Want to Know
Well Wishes
How?
A Rootless Wanderer
A Hope That Hurts Most
Happiness
Generous Grief
The Universe Through my Window (The Second Type of Loneliness)
A Meaningless Expectation
A Prayer That Came True
Stranger
My Wasted Sacrifice
Emptiness
Sshhhh!
Remembering You In My Forgetfulness
Treacherous Market Of Love
Winter Cries
A Melancholy Soul
Black Sun
Shackles Of Iron
Disappearance Of Time
Malaise
Sadly Ever After
Sad Girls
Secret Sorrows
Strange You
Unexpressed Feelings
Flashbacks
Her Nights
Special Power (Part One)
Special Power (Part Two)
I Wonder
Thunderstorm
If
The Difference
Law Of Conversion
A Lovesickness
Never Again
A Cruel Reminder
Poet’s Last Line
Illogical Truth
A Question
The Heartless Girl
Unreachable Soul
Release
Life Goes On (Part One)
Life Goes On (Part Two)
Even Before I Knew
Part Two School of Lost Souls Soul’s Power: Kintsukoroi
Life
Butterfly
Love
A Historic Lesson
Lack Of Love
Living Through Nightmares
Know That
Ego
Laughing While Bleeding
Why Do You Write?
Poet’s Poetry
Two Sides Of The Same Coin
Patience
You Silly Girl
My Aim In Life
Remember World Remember
Last Day Of Eternity
A Strange Punishment
The Ocean
When You Find Yourself In The Wrong Place
Definition Of Strength
A Forgotten Hope
What I Used To Fear Most?
Self Realisation
Beauty Of Broken Hearts
It’s Too Late
The Healing
Freedom
Hope For The Heartbroken
The Secret To Success
You are a House
True Success
Reality Of Life
Broken Hearts
In This World
Trust In God
The End
A Dedication
A Powerful Revenge
A Celebration
The Happy Beginning
Beauty Of Love
The Beginning
Season Of Falling
First Love
Butterflies In The Stomach
When Love Surrenders
He And I
An Old Friend
What I Love About You
Until
He
Her Effects
An Adventure
My Name
Sorry
You
Tu Me Manques
Pinch Me
Madly In Love
Helplessness
My Empty Body (The First Type Of Loneliness)
Interchange Of Souls
His Proposal
Magical Hug
Perfect Unsatisfaction
Language of Love
Jealousy
First Fight
Art Of Compromise
Our Discussion
Impossible Adverb
Answer Me
A Promise
Pens Of A Poet
Ameen
A Fairy Tale
A Thousand You
A Thank You Note
Sweet Dreams
Index
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