the parallel lines of love

we are torn apart by this gaping hole,

you are where you are, i am where i can never be whole.

Just two lines from an absolutely stunning poem by Afzal, truly beautiful πŸ™‚

Scribbled Verse

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i sometimes fear that i can never be yours,


the sinking feeling of facing closed doors,


where there is no space for me,


where there is no space for you,


in this cruel world where these truths are excruciatingly true.




i often think of this path we have chosen,


fingers slipping away as we slip on the cold earth so frozen,


where i shall always be the outsider, forever more,


a stab that strikes at my deepest core.




i wonder how i shall traverse these thorny alleyways,


knowing you and i shall love each other always,


but what becomes of a love akin to parallel lines that will never meet,


with just this ink pouring words on an empty sheet.




we are torn apart by this gaping hole,


you are where you are, i am where i can never be whole.




i sometimes fear that i can never…

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