Unsaid Promises

I know you never made promises,

I know we never talked about eternity,

But I always saw a glimpse of it in your eyes,

I always felt the promises of growing old together when you touched me,

Every time I was in your arms wrapped around, you made so many unsaid promises

All those promises were false

I know you never said them but I saw them in your eyes, in your touch

Was those touches were all lies

Or I was wrong all the time

I was believing in what was a mere dream

Was I- the one who felt all those feelings?

Or I was just dumb headed to believe in your eyes rather than listening those words

What do you mean ?

Feeling of wholesome with you was also a lie

Those many unsaid emotions in your eyes were so easy to disappear that it vanished in an eyelash blink

What is it- tell me, Was I, was the only person in love

Was I the only one who left all those unsaid promises.

Never missed you

I don’t miss you
I miss us
I miss our late night conversations
Those bewitching deep talks
Underneath which we became one soul shared by two flawless bodies

You were so amazing with words every time we spoke it made me feel all new
We talked about everything and we talked about nothing, we were falling for love & it was our clue

We laughed
We joked
We cried
We healed
Our broken pieces were put together
But we were together

Now that the moment's gone
We sit apart and love mourns
You were there with me dusk till dawn
We were the perfect garden with many blooming flowers
But now-
We are summer grass in the lawn.

I never missed you
I miss us
I miss our conversations
Those little beautiful late night talks.

Unlove

I don’t love you anymore,
It doesn’t mean I hate you.

It’s just that I murdered my feelings,
Yes, I am a Murderer, 
I am a killer, 
I am a dead writer, 
Though once I was a lover. 

Now there is only empty space, 
There isn’t any chase, 
Chase for Love, 
Chase for Happiness,
Chase for Vehemence,
I am out of Benevolence.

I did loved you then,
I tried loving you again, 
Today I am awaken, 
My heart is not weaken, 
Though it is awake from the slumber,
A heart filled with love now full of poison.

I count my days, 
That past in haze, 
I am beautiful dead bouquet, 
Waiting to be buried & turned to dust. 

Alas!
You succeeded in making me unlove you,
All the hard times you put me through,
But my feelings for you were never untrue,
I was never important of which had no clue,
But former me is now dead and I am all new,
But you have lost me and the love for you,
Still I don’t hate you.