O Sweet Heart

Be there 
O sweet heart
The one you want
Isn't the one who asked
Who looks for you
You shoo alas
And then complain
You are alone, You are lost
People in parade aren't together
They walk close
But do they gather?
They walk equal
But are they same
Why bother the one who runs away
Stays beside but still in haste
Who stops for you
You pass by and be through
And look beyond the horizon
To call back and woo
Someone that left
You think it will turn
Someone who is there
Once gone won't return
O heart
You insane piece of art
You play games and instead get caught
You weave a web
And instead get tangled 
And run for what you want
And he isn't the one that asked
Who looks for you
You shoo alas

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Snakes and Ladders

And so you come to know the pain of breaking up. It makes you so cold so solid so emotionless that you wonder what a stone you have turned into suddenly. After all the trials that you make, to surpass the cloud of confusions, to reach the melted wax of love, you feel you are almost there. But then out of sudden, you realize you have just moved yards behind your goal. You are taken aback, you feel the push on your chest.

 

Thug life! 

You just watch in utter bewilderment as to what just happened.
No no nooo... Not to square 1. Its the feeling of getting bitten by the snake on number 99 before you reach the prime of your game. You feel like a half bitten apple, like a chopped off vegetable. You don't know what to do. Of course you think about the ways to get back but you know all ladders will lead to snakes and all snakes will bring you back to square 1.
Whitewashed look of disbelief hanging from your face and you say," No!"

London bridge is crumbling down crumbling down crumbling down..

Time..Halts! Everything simply stops around you, no matter if a person is even breathing out life, you won't give him CPR because dude , you are in need of it yourself. You are hearing yourself breathe in silence, in dark, at night. 

A pain in chest, not from heart attack but yes from heart attack. You wince , you flinch and a tear trickles down from the corner of your eye onto the pillow below and then another and then another. After a while the weight lifts from your chest.

You are normal, you wear a transparent mask of daily life, carrying out tasks as they come like pulling a break when nearing a speed breaker on the way.
When the night falls again and the chest feels heavy, you dissolve.. into a pool of burning candle, meeting wax and fuming gas. 

                                                                                                        You waste away.