I have accepted,

The pain as my master.

Each and every time it thrashes me,

It provides me a new lesson,

Making me more determined,

And many things are always better

– left unsaid

-left unknown.


Tonight I dreamed,

And you were missing

For the first time ever.

Sorry, for the times I made you wait,

Sorry, for the times I had you disappointed,

Sorry, for the once, I had forgotten your birthday,

Sorry for those times, I was unable to visit you

And sorry for all those times, I was crazy.

All you wanted to see

Was  seriousness in me,

And I was the monkey,

With my never ending stupid acts.

But, Thanks to you dear,

For being there all those times.

Now grave silence,

Burns me inside.

And I have already noticed,

The change in my habits

– Less talkative

– Fewer phone calls

– Declined texts over social networks,

And more time in solitude.


My eyes are shut.

I envision stars beyond the horizon.

Yes! Few honours are to be made in your name,

For I have always kept my words.

No longer, I want to be bound within you.

The dreams have haunted me back,

And the unbroken heart,

Has shielded itself from your spectra.

Author’s Bio: 
Arjun Dahal is undergrad student of Physics at Tri-Chandra Campus, Tribhuvan University, Nepal. Talkative, Crazy, Funny, and Fun loving guy, his passion lies in Physics, Mathematics, Music, Literature, and Philosophy. His pen accelerates at paramount when there is a sharp downpour in the sky with roaring thunderbolts and lightning.His writings have appeared/forthcoming in Blue Marble Review, Burningword Literary Journal, Autumn Sky Poetry Daily, The Fable Online, Ann Arbor Review, The Recusant, Eskimo Pie, and DWIT News.