By Monomita Chattopadhyay
An incomplete day is what it feels like,
If no conversation dares to strike.
Easy to feel, yet hard to believe,
But for me, you're a sense of relief.
I end my nights with drops of tear,
For losing you is my constant fear.
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A smile that fades before it's grown.
I knew you were never truly there,
Yet my heart ached for the bond we’d share.
What was that feeling? I still ponder
Something rare, to which I surrender.
You top my chat like my pounding heart,
But it's too late now—Cupid missed his dart.
For some, it's just a game of days,
But the feelings linger, despite the phase.
A memory of ‘you’ I'll always cherish,
Till dawn breaks and I too perish.
The story of ‘You’ and ‘Me’ at their best,
Yet ‘Us’ was laid gently to rest.
Stranded amid a thousand thoughts,
Emotions brewing, battles fought.
Our memories laced with fear and care,
Reminding me of the bond we shared.
I tried and failed to let you go,
While you moved on, putting on a show.
Your empty promises made me cry,
Now people call me shy, and I don’t know why.
Among them, she was the one I could trust,
A shoulder for tears, in pain and in dusk.
A calm to my chaos, her hand held mine,
Assuring me that I'd be fine.
Never knew a 'nameless' bond could be better,
But my feelings for her grew deeper and greater.
She made me believe, brought me to life,
While I battled my pain, avoiding the knife.
She was peace, a soul so bright,
Guiding me gently back to light.
She promised she'd never leave me
And that thought alone had set me free.
My mind asked, "What if she hurts like he did?"
But my heart said, "She’s here to stay, amid every skid."
And so, I smiled, I laughed, I flew,
Breathing in hope, feeling brand new.
This ‘she’ made me fall in love again,
Helping me rebuild my confidence from pain.
She gave me joy no one else can,
Erasing memories time couldn’t scan.
That ‘she’ was me, my own sanctuary,
No longer ‘nameless’, but ‘self-love’, extraordinary.
I owe it to you, for leading the way,
To the brightest hope of my happiest day.
Now I whisper, clear and true
“I love myself. I really do.”
And in that truth, I finally dwell,
For the greatest love is self-help.