Wed, 17 Apr, 2024


By Arjun Dahal

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.