The Other Woman
How do I end this?
My aimless, nameless passion.
I cannot go on.
I am giving up
Beauty for truth,
Dreams for reality,
Pain for nothingness,
My love, my insanity,
This entire state of my mind,
I cannot cope up.
I cannot cope up
With mist and fog around me,
For when I stretch my arms to reach you,
I do not know if you’d be there.
You could be right next to me
Or you could be miles apart.
Heartless uncertainty.
You say my feelings aren’t strong enough.
Believe me, though, my love
I could have easily gone on
Had they been weaker.
I’ve got to get out
Before I am lost,
Far and irretrievable.
Don’t show your face again,
I cannot live on
Stolen moments, on
Borrowed time.
I want no ray of hope this night,
For a single flicker of light
Does not brighten up my path –
It only stresses
The enveloping darkness,
It dazzles, blinds and strains the eyes.
Till now the feeble sight could perceive
At least the shadows in the dark.
Go away,
Away from me.
I was just getting used to this
Unshared loneliness.
You came to play
Hide and seek with me.
How do I survive the days
When I don’t get to meet you,
Or meet you and still be apart?
We were both fools
To believe in love
For love does not exist
Except in people’s imaginations.
And I am tired of taking only
‘Imaginary voyages’.
I am tired of this
Hopeless longing,
Defending dreams
Like a ‘lunatic on the grass’.
I can no longer find
This world as beautiful,
Lovely, benevolent.
Perception keeps changing,
Do I fault my
Senses or my mind?
Do I accept life as
A static, stagnant fact,
Or the ever-changing unreality
Of a different horror each time?
How do I walk on
And for how long when
The dark, dreary road around me
Refuses to show me
The milestones of time?
Love
Is a dynamic force,
Creating dreams, spinning
Wonder and enchantment.
Or uprooting people out of their lives.
But it cannot alter reality.
I, for once
Want to be real,
Not a figment of your imagination,
Nor a poet’s dream,
An echo of an unfulfilled wish,
Or a goddess of parallel time.
You wish that things were
Different somehow,
But reality is all that exists,
Wishing, longing, dreaming,
While knowing that dreams have no meaning.
How do I put an end to this?
When we stop, everything stops
But nothing will cease to exist.
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