Break what you have built.....

The love and the sweat,

Feelings that never met,

Wandering eyes searching for truth,

What you witness is a bitter truth,

Broken by the stings of unreciprocated love..

Lamed by the hate, fated with bluff,

Insanity taking over reason and senses,

Black is the world, black is bliss,

Tears for that long gone someone,

You crave and die, but you are forgotten,

You built the house with dreams of the best,

And one fine day you are labeled as a pest

Thrown out of mind, thrown out of heart,

And you crawl like a lame fuck, oblivious of another start

A life comes to an end, suicide without guilt,

Law of love…break what you have built


What matters the most, now has to be forgotten,

If you cannot lie, you gotta pretend,

That this life moves on, like some creaky water out of the blues

Keep your sulking eyes open, for some good news,

To come your ways, why should we obey?

When we know deep inside,

It still bleeds and hurts, the feelings never die,

Like the most turbulent storm, the past crumbles the very present,

Blinded with suffocation of misery, there is no way to tread,

Everything sucks like the monotony of waking up every damn day,

Why won’t this infection of the past, ever go way,

Pick up the stones, pelt the stilt,

Law of love….break what you have built


Forget the love, forget the care,

Forget what you did, forget what you dared

Deny the existence of someone in this world,

Forget the name, forget what was shared

Forget those eyes, forget that stare,

Forget what you have known,

You fucking act like a clown,

You try to swim, but you can only drown,

And to please everyone around, hide your frowns,

Jammed between the stoic present and bleak ahead,

What’s the use of suffering like this, try and tread

On the paths of the unknown where uncertainty embraces you like a long deprived widow,

Hold the hand of solitude and darkness begins to glow,

Lost in your world, lost in your thoughts,

One day you find yourself in asylum, secure and locked,

Coz they said, you could not recover from the loss,

Your presence is unwanted, your proximity is gross

Because all you wanted was love, what you received was jilt.

and you could not live by the law...

The law of love….break what you’ve built..

Last poem i write tonight...

And perhaps, on the melancholy notes, I think of her face
And when the sun sets down, I still drown in that craze..
When the twilight sang besides the love swept ambiance,
It was you, it was me, and it was us..

When the rain falls down on my tears…
I still miss your arms around my trembling body
The warmth of your smile, melted my fears
Now on the lonely paths of pelting showers,
Feelings flow like blood from a freshly cut wound
Down that drain of the black, where time stops and moments freeze
And then its just you, its just me and its just us…

The sun kisses my face like you kissed me at the dawn of the day,
I can still feel the moist of your lips on me, just like the fresh dew sets delicately on the flowers..
And I when I inhale the first breeze of the morning…I still feel the scent of your body going inside me….
Settling deep….wandering free…
And the moment I touch the wet grass, I can feel your body in my hands….
Oh you were so beautiful like the precious gift of the god…
And now when I look at the orange painted across the blues of the sky…
I still feel you are with me…running your fingers through my hair… and then you smile..
It seems the days stretch beyond the fringes of forever, and how I cannot break from this wicked spell of bitter truth….
That never seems to end… and stays on like that air in my lungs…
And then… its just you, its just me… and its just us..

When I lie down on the empty bed..
And the blank stares searching your face in the void of my roof…
And I look back at my pillow…
Where once you lay besides me….hugging me tight
As if holding onto me until eternity…
Like your eyes looked deep into me and pulled the deepest of secrets
And I felt complete with you…in your arms..
Never wanted anyone…just you, just me… and just us…

And tonight I write this poem for you..
Because I still miss you by side…
I still…miss my love…the one I used to shower on you
And I still miss the way…I used to make up for the fights..
And I still miss going on the way…that led me to your home..
And how I came flying… with the deepest of passion and love that turned me blind..
And I saw only you…only you…
And how words stammered to beautify the charm i witnessed in you….

I write this poem for you…in my saddest thoughts..
When I want you to be here…more than ever before..
But you are long gone…and I’m forgotten,
And I feel the need of hugging you… like I never felt before..
But the warmth has long gone…you took it away from me…
And how I still love you deep inside me…I still miss you..
But today…I write my last poem for you..
Today I feel the saddest…more than the extremes of blues..
And maybe I shall die tonight…with this paper in my hand…
And maybe what I have just said…is going to come true…

Very much in love and very much in hate..

Through that open window of the shattered glass, I can still sense you coming to me…
Running, screaming, panting… longing for me…
And this sudden thought feeds the dying love once again…
Very much in love….I am very much in hate again….

I still miss you by my side…when I lie alone on my bed…
I still miss your arms around me…the momentary love that u fed..
and I still miss those eyes that looked deep inside..
and I still miss the fantasies that went for a ride…
and I still miss those talks that never seemed to end…
coffee at odd hours…making love…beautiful was that each minute spent..
I still miss kissing your eyes before you went to sleep..
I still miss you with every breath I take…
Within me you dwell so deep…

And there came that day… your ego disgraced my love..
And I still remember…me…broken and bluffed…
And I still remember…I was labeled as a pest..
The one who feasted upon your time, space and your fucking friends..
And I still remember…how much unwanted I felt..
Loser to the core, despised when knelt

Once again…I still miss the way you made me laugh…
After those long hours, I cried and craved for your presence with me…
And I still miss your touch…when you hugged me tight and whispered me in the ears..
that you love me..
how we spent those sleepless nights…looking at each other
the time used to fly away.. and it never seemed enough..
And I still miss…those moments that never seemed to last…
Turning off the light…and that slow dance…

You sacked a thunder at me… the way you knocked me out..
Out of your life…out of your mind…
And I still remember…how you said it never mattered
And I still remember…every moment I was shattered
And I still remember…all the times you said I quit..
And I still remember…all the times I begged…cried and trembled…
And I still remember…my creeds unheeded…my despair unheard…
My misery undone…my life spurned..
I still remember…

The battle between the heart and the mind…seems to go on and on…
Split up inside of me…what is right…what was wrong….
I still miss you my love… for I loved you for you being you
I still long to see you with me…together and new..
But I don’t want you anymore…for my love was scorned
Mocked to the depths…of no returning back..
I still cry for you… in the lonely hours..
I still love you…no matter how far..
But I hate you for what you have said and done..
And I hate you for leaving me undone…
Cursed my life…sealed my fate..
Very much in love...I’m feeling very much in hate…

One of the best Sad Poems

By Pablo Neruda

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.

Write, for instance: "The night is full of stars,
and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance."

The night wind whirls in the sky and sings.

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

On nights like this, I held her in my arms.
I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her.
How could I not have loved her large, still eyes?

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
To think I don't have her. To feel that I've lost her.

To hear the immense night, more immense without her.
And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass.

What does it matter that my love couldn't keep her.
The night is full of stars and she is not with me.

That's all. Far away, someone sings. Far away.
My soul is lost without her.

As if to bring her near, my eyes search for her.
My heart searches for her and she is not with me.

The same night that whitens the same trees.
We, we who were, we are the same no longer.

I no longer love her, true, but how much I loved her.
My voice searched the wind to touch her ear.

Someone else's. She will be someone else's. As she once
belonged to my kisses.
Her voice, her light body. Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, true, but perhaps I love her.
Love is so short and oblivion so long.

Because on nights like this I held her in my arms,
my soul is lost without her.

Although this may be the last pain she causes me,
and this may be the last poem I write for her.