My one sided love

My one-sided love...you look different from my eyes
You look captivating yet lost from my sight
You made me crave and you took all away
You were there for both rhetoric and sublime
You called me and you let me go...you whispered in silence and went silent when I wanted to behold
My one-sided love, my enclosed walls
My Street my door my windows and my roof of thoughts
My words my ink my pursuit to dream and my rationale to never dream again
My endless knocks...Knocks of desperation Knocks to steal a glimpse
A glimpse of all I was all I could be and all that I have become
My one-sided love...You look mine from my eyes
Like the setting sun is to sea...Like winter to my quilt...Like rosemary to your perfume
And like dandelions to your lips
Like a shattered glass where there's all of you but none of me
My one-sided love in this stillness and quiet of the night
Lie down, drink, dive, sink, sip, and engulf in water for the calmness we could never find
Let your mind wander, float and drown Where everything feels peaceful and right Surrender to the silence of all that's neither truth nor lie
My one-sided love today's the day we part
My one-sided love as you drift off into a peaceful slumber Let your worries and fears fade into isolation...and let the tranquility of the dark take you under
Like the moon just let your nerves bathe in the seclusion of a dream
One that lingers...one compelling you to think
One that you flaunt in the loneliest of meadows...One that's hidden in plain sight
Relish the comfort in the fact that you're now alone

My one-sided love...It's not the leaving whose sad it's the one whose left behind
My one-sided love...you look different from my eyes
You look captivating yet lost from my sight

By: Kshitij Sinha
20/07/2023


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