Decipher my heart

Ishita Nagpal

I never solved the labyrinth of your heart. But, you ruled mine. The stars in my heart spelled your name each night. The flowers in my heart had your fragrance. The rivers whistled your name. Your unvarnished magic charm captured my heart. There was no way that I restrained that organ. Beyond the smell of ardent love, I had a phobia, the phobia of losing you. The day you will leave, I shall not persist. My demons shall not sleep. My nights shall not see the face of light and my poor heart shall turn melancholy blue.
But.. Still..
You left me like summer leaves for the cold and bitter winters. I couldn’t forebear and died inside. All the days I loved you secretly seemed in vain. It felt like a zillion knives into my heart at once. Last thing I know is that no one can decipher my heart…

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STORY OF A NARCISSIST

As the nights grew to the darkest skies,
Daily she’d pray, as on the bed she lies.
That someday she’ll wake up to a guy,
Who won’t offer excuses to buy.

“It was you after all”, some had said,
“We’d to give it a try”, others proclaimed.
And it isn’t sweet at the end of the day,
When once you promised her your heart where she could forever lay.

She is self dependent, bold and confident,
Like the one who’s in the dreams of men as the best confidante.
Too much sunshine, they say, to not be felt,
How could the hearts of a million she not melt?!

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Everyone crept into her life to try fitting in the frame,
And cognized that why storms get people’s name.
And that’s when the cowardice among all sets in,
None can now bear the reality that she isn’t like any other mannequin.

She takes her own decisions and voices her views,
And is independent enough to clear off all her dues.
They long for a girl now, who needs dropping back home,
Once after galloping beer after beer she’s out of her own.

They realize that she only looks panoramic from a distance,
And suits a man who is made up of some rare substance.
Till then life keeps on pouring baits,
But now for “the one” she waits.

-D. Sharma

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