The Cry of the buzzing neurons

Tu es belle, they say.

Wake up one day and walk away,
Done with all the weighing and thinking
'To love or lie? or leave?'

Here,
Head turned into a glorified waste,
Senses as useful as fused light bulbs,
The speech-bubbles over my head
rubbed off with a cheap eraser.
Eyes, the rolling eyes of a, once-friendly, doll.

Dreams are a measure of time.
Nightmares, time itself.
Undo the future for me,
for I seem to be undone by time.

Wake up one day and walk away.
Every blink, every sigh crushed under your steps.
If the choices are
to lie or to leave...
Pray, leave me now and
At least leave me beautiful.

Thanx for the award. I nominate Deepti from 'Mine'

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Happily ever after

Like any other muse she was a mystery.
Like any other beloved she was pedestaled.
Like any other masterpiece she was written in an unknown foreign language.

Like any other creator he was bemused.
Like any other beholder he was glued.
Like any other reader he was lost and content.

This is their eternal story.

Reverie

...for in your fleeting touch I found a thousand forgotten nights of love and then some. 

Till the end of time?

Polithinks: Thinking of all the people I've waved goodbyes to, all the heartbreaks, of all those sweet 'forevers' turned into 'once upon a stupid time', I realized that there is no such thing as 'ex(s)' or 'current(s)', there is only the love that will persist and the ones which will not.