“You”

11666203_412187008988915_4815396453595661440_n.jpgYou never talked about your past, i wonder why ?

You never talked about the pain hidden in your chest for so many years, i wonder why ?

You Never looked into someone’s eyes when you had to talk, i wonder why ?

You never share the truth of your existences

You Never seem to pour your heart out on anyone as if they don’t exist at all

You never share your battle story , No Never

I saw that when you were there but you were not there at all

As if there is someone else inside you

As if you are not you when you are around so many people who knows your name

who knows where you live, what you like and what you don’t

But the look in your eyes are like its more than that

You are more than that more than your name,

More than the laugh you shared

More than you eye contact you tend to ignore or make

More than you talk, More Than act like you and all the time .

There is story untold, chapters you never wanted to unfold

You are more like a world map to me to discover and explore in

I hope someday you  get me a map to travel to

 

 

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4 thoughts on ““You”

  1. You never talked about your past, i wonder why ?
    – Past like scratching a mosquito bite. The more you scratch, the more you feel comfy and it will feel like the itch will go away but you are wrong.
    As I recall towards the end of November, the deep impression her words had made upon me it was inevitable. The exact words spoken were “thus it has been and so it always will be”. And I never met her since then.

    You never talked about the pain hidden in your chest for so many years, i wonder why ?
    -“We can’t change that we have been hurt before, but we can chose not to suffer now” were the excerpts taken from piece on Tiny Buddha’s. The past is a tale of the past and recollection of the past is not that I’m born to do. “I have to move on, I can move forward” is what I constantly speak on my mind. Today is the new day and I see it in your eyes, the new me..the new thoughts and the new feelings.

    You Never looked into someone’s eyes when you had to talk, i wonder why ?
    -Every eyes tell stories, some tell stories of guilt, remorse, hatred, greed, lies .. some tell stories of love, intimacy, tenderness, passion. My story is different from the rest. The stories un-told and un-listen. Let them bury with the eyes.

    You never share the truth of your existences
    -For someone to exist in the world, one must possess the destiny. One who is without the fate born to this world is me. Now shhhh…don’t you share this with anyone.

    You Never seem to pour your heart out on anyone as if they don’t exist at all
    -Transplanted heart can never spill out feelings though it’s closely caged inside my ribs. My natural heart has switched places. They do exist just to pump blood to my brain.

    -You never share your battle story , No Never ..not ever and forever. The scars on the plastic heart is my story.

    I saw that when you were there but you were not there at all

    to be continued…..

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