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On a cliff,
I stand and see
the ocean and the horizon
playing hide and seek,

I waited for them
to dissolve into one
for the fire to extinguish,
the ashes to drown,

my soul relinquished,
but a memory still lingered somewhere
it’s not that easy
If not here, not anywhere.

Reflections

Just once let the reflections
in the mirror
live and speak
curse and cry
laugh and go complete mad

for I am sure
they are dying to do so
since we started hiding
from ourselves
long ago.

She came like a tornado
uncontrollable,
untameable
and took me to places
I never thought would exist,

only to leave me there
with blurred memories
and with whatever she left
of me.

For a moment
the tears stopped
or maybe it was the moment
looking into your eyes
I forgot I was crying
but she said it is alright
and it became .

Drenched in half whisky
and a couple of bottle of beers
I could only vomit truth
but not the tears

seeing barely anything
but hearing a lot,
I set my path to write
a masterpiece at last.

this isn’t a dream
this does not end like that
keep guessing when this could be true
or when it’s a just a hearty laugh.

true love
if lost,
becomes a story
written by those,
who are afraid of the ending.

stories of these kinds
always give restless nights
to the writers
till the end of their
weak lives.

so if you are writing one now,
write true and bravely
or never write at all.

If we were all blank faces
with no expressions,
no smiles,
not a single sign of life,
just our voice
and a sight

would we still love?
like we all do now?

would our acts matter?
would we feel each others heart?

or seek faces in each other?
till we crash in love.