WHY?

It's been a long time to feel,
And when I say feel,
I don't mean the five sense organs - NO !
What I mean is the cuddle of butterflies,
which I think are dead now.

No, I wasn't expecting much,
All I wanted was to stay in touch,
I think it's been years for my ears,
To hear your beautiful voice,
And see your lips, changing it's curves,
Urging to call my name.

I don't know. NO I don't know !
When my voice became noise,
Your grin became frown,
And somewhere between friends,
To bringing it to an end,
We both changed, right?

Why this silence?
The silence which ain't less violent,
It prevails me like smoke,
The smoke which is rising from the flames of my soul,
And now, I'm hollowing in,
As I'm swallowing it.

What stops you ?
What stops you from holding my hand,
Sketching the perfect tale of love,
Where everything's sound and fine,
Where neither of us will ever die.

We could be something the world chases,
We could be the goal of those races,
We could make the reality better than dreams,
But you just stopped in between.

WHY?
Is it the colour that my skin radiates?
Caramel brown that one usually hates,
Or that's my thick bulging shape?
And my dull face without any grace?

Is it the anger issues I have?
Or that's my words, less polite?
Is it my love for things you disliked?
Or that's my hate for things you liked?

I'm into pieces, broken and hurt,
Pouring myself into the mould you want,
I can be everything you chase,
And rub off my every trace.

No matter how much I yell,
That you don't deserve well,
That you don't deserve to be written about,
But the thing is, I'm still writing out loud.

There's a whole world to explore,
But I'm with a pen and thought of yours,
In the middle of the night with teary eyes,
Wishing that remembering you was a choice.