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Tow halves of my passing year

Just at the edge of this months measure.
Lurks a day that devoured my existence.
What collapsed like a pack of cards.
Were the bricks of my proud confidence.

My shine and sliver starts to fade
From the sky where my moon stayed.
The ocean of my heart throttles to storm.
Led me to seek shelter ,
But no one I could ask from.

The beats skipped and skipped
As my heart had lost its pumping tune
Discarded from the world and words,
I chose to live in month of June.

The fuel to my soul was now,
prohibited for supply.
As the time moved on,
to the month of July.

The pardons that I plead,
In the tears that I bleed.
Was witnessed by this month.
It showed me the heights of pain and brunt.

Death in eyes, couldn't hide
the sorrows., that I must.
The period of lifeless soul resided in me,
as the tenant for the month of gust.

The only cry was for my throbbing life,
That left me completely insane.
Don't go , don't go I plead
for your absents will be felt In my veins.

As the respect in my being,
Falls and crashes
Can't stop witnessing you,
through memories in flashes.

Dehydrated of the fluids, that
escaped through the lashes
Gathered by the musings of you,
I start to raise from my own ashes.

The pinching pain being spilled
In the form of words and phrases.
September bought us half the way
through, towards a 131 pages.

Shaken by the passion to move on.
Even during the sleepless sleep.
I won't go unnoticed and insignificant,
was the word of oath that I have to keep.

The down pouring sentiments shifts,
Channeled by words, kept flowing .
Non that can be spoken,
Merged by the silence of moaning.

Concealed by hush and stillness,
The array of idiom continues to grow.
Effortlessly I slide in to think of you,
and out, like a pendulum ,Thru and fro

Agonised by your missing essence.
The year that passes is slashed in two.
Six months of your blissful presence.
And another six months without you.

The years will pass in the same fashion.
shell continue to live in that same passion.
Churning in this cycle of suffering.
You will always remain as drop in my eyes,
That cannot be lost ever more, any more.

Reviews

[¿]

All bout point of view...mostly what I've heard from my teachers, elders, and brothers....like giving me the well known example of half filled glass and half empty glass at the same time...
Divided two fractions of life is terrifically described...well actually expressed here...
At the middle of this piece I'll be honest...I had been too deep and like a fast athlete (am not at all) was trying to make it fast forward...and am happy to reach the last filled with unsend promise....thanks for this wonderful piece!

[Mustafa Merchant]

Your reviews are usually very over whelming and generous. This one, I am a lil confused. When you said you went like a fast athlete, did it mean the piece is too long and you had to read it allot faster to come to the end. Well it’s fine if you did so. But this whole piece is about one full year. And each passing day and month is lived in this fashion like a cycle . So this was an attempt to empty the weight within. It just so happened that I lost tack of how much was I spilling out.

[¿]

No sir athlete meant in the middle of race he doesn't cares about the surroundings and focuses just at the track....and like that I went deep in your poem and had lost my atmosphere at the middle of the poem...
I think I could've explained better in the review....Sorry😊

[Mustafa Merchant]

Oh.... then I completely misunderstood you. I am the one who should be sorry.
Hey by the way. What do you think of “contrast emotions”. Just posted it recently. Eager to here from you on that one.