From the Desk of Maanvinder: A Poetry Collection

I can't blame anyone, not even the one you love

I'm sure you both have stories to fill pages with—

about how you met and fell for each other

I do not have the right to claim you,

so the question of hate seems outrageous

My nights are haunted by the dead and the living

You are a beacon I always waited for

I’m just a side character in my own story

The heart of someone I know beats for someone else

I’m watching it all unfold from the sidelines

I knew the risk I was taking, I keep telling my heart—

But the weight of my tears feels too heavy to carry

So I let them rain again for you tonight

You have beautifully haunted my life

I thought I was finally going to make you mine

All that you'll leave behind for me are your memories

The legacy of a story that was ill-fated from the beginning

You have somebody else, but my heart still screams your name in silence

Who will I think of when I’m being feasted upon by my ghosts?

Your memories will soon join them—and eat me alive.

I don’t want to be in love again, where the one I love will kill me

those eyes of yours keep hurting me

the same eyes that once made me blush

and comforted me in darkest of my hours

they tell me that you're not mine

those eyes of yours keep tearing me apart

they tell me you're a fantasy i will never get to live

love now seem like a fictional concept

i must write you with my own pen

my sighs were getting too loud

and their echoes haunting the halls,

i was struggling to breathe

and tears rolling down my face,

it is you who stepped in like

how moon shines bright after eclipse,

kissed my tears off like a desert

and leaving after a passionate remark