This is neither a poem nor a short story related to any event or a character. This is a compilation of un-structured expressions of love and emotions when one goes through a state of incompleteness (void) in himself/herself affected by someone close and when the stories remain untold, the weight the emotions carry left unmeasured, when thousands of little efforts go unnoticed… Simply the excruciating, inexpressible pain that remains untold, remains along with you, forever in the soul.

I imagined her asking me “What is the most difficult thing in life?”
I said: To be a believer.
To cry in faith. ‘She doesn’t get this’!
To get beyond what we call life. ‘What does this mean?’
Simply,
To love someone (you) unconditionally…!

Wish I could love you,
The way you wanted them (her loved ones) to.
Wish I could see the world through your eyes,
So I could explore its beauty, that’s all just you.

Wish I were a part of you,
Sometimes I wish I never met you,
But then I wonder,
What life would look like?
I would die in curiosity,
To look for peace in a world without you.

The words cannot be held,
More than the capacity of their author,
Your memories are the cartridge/pen,
That lets me dive and
I am drowning into the ink.

Wish I could catch-up
With every moment captured in my mind.
Wish I could hold on to a thought till the universe collapsed,
But that’s not possible- Thanks to other tragedies.

Wish I could let you feel the intensity
My each word carried,
The emotions hidden behind each letter
As if they were to create a melody
Which only sang your name.

Wish I could let you feel my heart
And synchronize our beats,
So that I could make you understand
What I myself could never do.

Wish I could tell you
How I began to love the Blue (out of the Blue),
When I saw ‘you’
Wearing it for the first time.

Wish I could turn back the time,
And restore all the pieces into their slots
So that it would have lasted a bit longer.

Wish I never wished for you,
Wish I could spare myself some time
To see you smile;
For that I smiled because of you
For that I am, without a trace of love,
Hopelessly looking for it.
For that I thought,
You were the only person
Who could distract me from myself.

Wish I could write a poem
With only your name in it,
Know how sweetly it would rhyme
To have my soul connected
With “you” each time I read it.

Wish I never wished for you,
For at the end,
You left a part of you inside me
And “I” cannot take it anymore.
© GREEDY