Poems of Love: She Took You

Take me back
To love; to that state of mind
When it was all the same thing;
Yours/mine.

Take me back to when we spent hours on the bed
Hours of feeling;
What we wanted to feel forever
Who knew I had to watch you suffer?

When She was coming to get you
What I couldn’t; you foresaw
Who knew I had to watch you suffer?
Struggling to escape her claw.

Ugly; as her grip grew tougher
Who knew I had to watch you suffer?
As your breath went shorter, and your eyes were dimmer
Why couldn’t I have you? Forever, forever.

I wish you had been louder,
When she made you suffer
I wish Love was stronger
So I could ask her to leave you with me: forever, forever.

But as she held you closer and made you suffer
I watched Love grow weaker
Is there nothing that defeats her?
Ever; ever?

Poems and prose spoke;
When she came; she stole
People you love; and people who love
Their bodies, mind and soul.

Too soon, too young
Too strong to succumb
Too blue, she took you
Love watched her; dumb

She was Death
Who knew I had to watch you suffer?
She left me alone
Dead lover; dead lover.

— Gunjan Sethi

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Poems of Love: Mockery

Mockery; lies

When you confess to me, looking right into my eyes.

Your love’s not new;

Heard it a million times over

And lost it a million times too

Now you tell me you’re my lover?

Already moved past a few.

– Gunjan Sethi

Poems of Love: You

They say you’ll know when it’s true love
But I say you won’t
You won’t see it, you won’t know it
And you’ll continue to wonder why it feels different.

Why it feels new; fresh like morning dew
Why, finally after all these years
You feel like.
You.

Ironic, indeed, Love’s ways.

You’ll be stuck in a chase; bound,
To find the best of you
For the best of whom you’ve found.

— Gunjan Sethi

Large

It’s me under these puffy eyes
Under the skin that’s grown fat
Cold hearted; what are you made of
Frozen in ice?

It’s me under the spots on my cheeks
Inside these large jackets
Hiding my insecurities
Beautiful; can you see?

I’ll find myself again, again, again

Won’t look at my feet anymore
Straight into your eyes
Puff up my chest, won’t hide
Trim myself, and then you’ll see

If that’s what beautiful means to you, baby
You’ll find me, you’ll find me.

— Gunjan Sethi

Poems Of Love: Dead

In the days, and at night
A lover, more than a valentine
Lost track of time. Yours, it is forever,
This messy, confused soul of mine

In my sheets and in my poems
You’re all around
Every night, what puts me to sleep
Is the your heartbeat’s sound

True love meant your kisses
Your touch and your smiles
I know you’re sending me a hug
From miles and miles

When I wake up every morning
I’ll put on your love
Do you see me, sweetheart?
From up above?

– Gunjan Sethi

Poems Of Love: There

She drove into the darkness
Lost moonlight through the mist
Trees glaring at her moving past
She held the imagination of an artist

It had been hours into the journey
Trying to chase the moon and leave it behind
But just like some memories of his
The moon wasn’t going to leave her alone tonight

The gears, steering was subconscious
One moment, two places

Lying next to him, her fingers through his hair
And this road, her car eating up the painted white lines
Not here, she wanted to be there.

— Gunjan Sethi

Poems Of Love: Bathroom

Songs played
fast and upbeat
9PM
I was smoking on the toilet seat

You wont believe the number of times
i’ve unwritten and written this one
Sounds much like our love
Look at what you’ve done!

Cant think straight through this smoke
My fingers trembling while I’m typing
A hundred words I spoke, But none that will tell you
What I’m feeling

Heart’s racing now
inside my stomach, there’s a storm
Can’t handle this like a lady anymore
I’ll be smoking in my bathroom; alone

The cigg’s almost burnt out
I should be calling you right now
But just like every other time
I’m gonna butt it, write down everything I feel
And put my mind to sleep

I’m afraid you won’t feel
This love for me too
I’ll go back to being real
True love isn’t really true

I’ve opened the bathroom door
The smoke’s quickly losing shape
My feelings for you, deep within
I wish someday they’ll find their escape.

— Gunjan Sethi