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No introduction or conclusion for this poem. Just read and let me know your thoughts... A life full of yearning, we have lived, Me, my lady and this house of ours. Craving the laughs and the sweet cries, of a little soul that could bless the hours. And that day of immense pleasure came, when the gods bestowed upon us, our wish. With a baby on the way, and smiles on our faces, Each day of longing was a day of bliss. This tiny soul was unknown to me, Yet, I dreamt, and it would lighten me up. I felt a bond so unwavering and strong, I couldn't wait to see it all grown-up. Our happiness grew with the baby bump, Bought dangling mobiles to hang over the crib. Tiny baby shoes and clothes of all kinds, Nappies and a bottle of milk to sip. The day of birth, I could barely contain, My great anxiety and excitement. I could hear the screams, the panting breaths, As I waited for the cries of our infant. The moaning stopped but the cry never came, Fearing the worst, I ran to the room. There she ...

I know it won't be acknowledged, My petty yet pretty love for you. And as much as it hurts to write this down, I'll be damned, if all this isn't true. Somewhere, out there, beyond my reach, I know you still wander around. So, I look for places that you'd fit in, And listen for that familiar sound. Uneasiness grows, fear fills me, Countless questions make my heart sink. My whole body seems paralyzed, It fills my mind; I can't even think. Do you have a photo of me, with you in it or rather "US" in it? Was I worthy of your camera's flash? and those thoughts that made our smiles lit. Have I done you so wrong that you refuse, to even look in my direction? Was it so hard to put me down, with a little more of your affection? Never did you kiss me, at least miss me, So, my wishful thinking keeps me sane. I wasn't the one for your drunk texts, I was painting our smiles on your windowpane. I didn't hide, I'm still here, And I didn't hide even bac...

SOMEONE WHO HAS A PAST IS NOT ALWAYS ABLE TO GIVE IT THEIR ALL TO OTHERS EVEN WHEN THEY KNOW THAT BOTH OF THEM ARE TRYING THEIR BEST... IT'S HARD TO PUT UP A BRAVE FACE AND EMBRACE YOUR VULNERABILITIES IN FRONT OF SOMEONE YOU LOVE...     Too many clouds in the sky, hiding the warmth, obscuring the sun. A silhouette holds my hand firmly, And pulls me into flower beds that burn. Her laughter echoes throughout the valley, A few rays seep and illuminate her eyes. They're glistening with brightness like those of stars, And for a moment, I forget all my lies. "I love it when you smile so much" "I love to see you cheerful" - she says. So, I believe her and deceive myself, that I have left behind my past days. My eyes swell up and start to gush, hearing those words, heavy downpour begins. Her innocent love, she shares with me, And wipes my eyes with her bare skin. My mouth is stuck, words won't come out, while I look into those eyes full of love. Hastily, I tell...