Dear Heart

Dear heart

Are you listening?

Then please tell me what to do

I am feeling a lot of things I shouldn't feel

Is this because of you?

My mind is barking orders

And chiding me for being unreasonable 

I can see the logic 

Yet it seems illogical to me

Dear heart

Are you the one responsible 

For the long sleepless nights

And the way my breathing falters 

When my eyes sees her lovely sight

Is it your doing dear heart?

Is it your doing 

To be blamed for my undoing

You know 

You and I have been hurt a lot

Yet you are keen to go down that road again

Have you even learned how to stop?

Years of waiting dear heart

And hurt is all we have got.

Is that why you're longing for love so bad

So you can erase the memories that make you sad

Again and again

You see what's not there for you to see

You feel what you are not allowed to feel

You demand whatever the hell you want

Till when this will last

Why can't you slow down a bit

Is this too much to ask?

You have me 

And I have you dear heart

Wouldn't it be enough to love ourselves

To reach out for each other

Do we really need someone for that?

Yes dear heart

Do you hear me?

We have each other

For ever and ever.

An Incomplete Story

There's a story you all must have heard

About two people

And their happily ever after.

Their journey 

Through bruises and pain 

While they struggle to find

Their way to each other

But have you realised 

The real story is not about the bruises

Or the pain they live through 

Or the journey 

To their happily ever after.

'Cause the story is 

And always will be 

About those two people

Like me and you

The rest are just illusions

Details that might or might not be true

So the story may say

That I might have hurt you 

Or you might have misunderstood me

But in the end

We both know 

That our story is not about all that crap

Our story

Like all other stories

Is about two people

Sharing a single soul.

The half of me

Will always be meaningless and incomplete 

Without the half of you.

Much like our story

Which despite the glorious details 

Of love and madness

Is still unfinished 

And undone too.

People might surmise our story as a sad one

Or a story with a sad ending.

But for me

There'll be only two types of stories

One in which those two people finally meet

And the one that is forever incomplete.