baby steps to insanity

to look at the moon 
on full-moon nights
to feel the dark
on no-moon ones
remember?
we used to go to a place


in the shade of pines


remember
do you?


birds flew past
they recognized us
the air had unknown smells


under the stars
we used to sit
and tease and talk
kiss


remember
do you?


now they're craning that earth out
and making a building there
in our place
where we'll never be
ever again


those smells
are now lost love,
lost love
there isn't dark 
no pines
the moon's gone too


and so are we


that place has forgotten us
just like
you've forgotten me
darlin darlin


everything's over 
over
now it's no more us
just me
only me
until i can't
hold my breath
sans you


everyday 
i see that building come up
i try to thrust this belief into me
that you're no more
but can't


and 
no verse
can even begin to convey,
to say
how much 
i miss you
and want you


so much so
that i would rush back in time
to then
and 
just hold on to you
darlin darlin


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16 comments:

  1. Nice!
    I hope he's reading, if he ever existed.

    Regards
    Blasphemous Aesthete

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  2. a building is a nice edifice to be placed as a homage to a beautiful relationship...

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  3. Maybe the building came up cos he was not meant to be?

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  4. V
    Yeah.

    BA
    I do not take sarcasm as well.

    Sage
    No, it isn't.

    Rajita
    why couldn't he be, he's the only thing I am asking for!

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  5. I love the way 'darlin darlin' rings.. endearing yet melancholic..

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  6. I dont know why...but wanting anyone so much makes having him unworthy of it...

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  7. everything's over
    over
    now it's no more us
    just me
    only me

    but, is it that original you..
    this you is of some depth..
    so depth - you..
    storing him at the edge of that depth..

    its a beauty..

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  8. aria
    I like it too, thanks

    Rajita
    People in love, make a mountain out of a molehill

    arvind
    thanks! everyone else hated it :|

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  9. *dances*

    and i love your new profile picture here !

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  10. Pain is Drug hardest to give up, if not for those sojourns into the pines, how will I have known the bird sings too.

    Get some Dynamites and Detonate the building ... Black is the color of the Smoke ... Black is the color of the Rose ...

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  11. Jewel
    :) It goes well with this template i guess :D

    Som
    Black is the color of the Rose ...ohoh

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  12. wow darlin' darlin'!! Anoder of ur amazing wrks....& by d way...i m nt bein sarcastic here.....m only innocently hoping.....dat i hope he actually existed...? did he? only a figment of imagination cannot be so true...or can it?!

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  13. dat IS one heck of a lucky guy. u mst owe ur blog 2 him- who stirs up such storms in ur being- which touch/shake/throttle/tear us all & go....wid ur every oder writing....

    & i pity him. IF he doesn't kno the intensity of emotion he has been able to stir up - in a bold wildflower- a beautiful Oona.

    new posts on mine too! waitin fr ur privileged first impressions! :D

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