Both of us

And this is what is left of it after four years

We are incomplete,

We are perplexed

We are absent

We purposefully made it cut it short.

We are shapeless

We are disgruntled

We are one less passionate

Because we overdid to atone the underdone.

We are frustrated,

We are bothered,

We are more,

So we charm others to comfort our cares

We are out of scope

We were unwritten but were very persistent

We are now a punishment

And we are critical.

Soon to be a concluded loom.

Travel With Me

In my journey to next life

I will take lashes of your unwantedness

I will take lips of her name

I will take watch of your time spent with her

I will take pictures of smothering forcefulness

I will take hands of never together

I will take legs of hopeless solo travelling

And perhaps I will take thoughts of you, memories of you and happiness, whatsoever I had of you...

So that when I wake up, I wake up from all of this!