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It was a warm morning
that smelled of mildew
interspersed with the
fragrance of flowers, few

You felt familiar
fingers intertwined
That steady pulse,
your hand in mine

The sunlight reflected
in those pools of brown
Our shallow breathing;
the only sound

Those mornings now
haunt me, teasingly
As I mull over the futility
of something, that could never be

A moment of joy

Followed by infinite sadness

Finding order

In a chaotic mess

Subsequent intensities

Somehow less

Your mind left devoid

A consuming emptiness

Sounds, noise, lights

On the walls press

Disappearing suddenly

Then tranquility, nothingness.

I have it all

I am, who I’ve desired to be

Yet, it all, somehow

Feels strangely empty

 

Vacant glances

Reflecting nothing

Resounding echoes

Flying, with broken wings

 

 

It creeps in, unexpected,

Like a ray of light, stray

With the dawn of

Yet another day

 

Like a gust of wind

In an arid desert

A mirage that its presence

Will deviously assert

 

Like the drops of rain

Greedily soaked in

By the parched ground-

An indulgent sin

 

It will stay, mocking

Teasing what you cherish

Will then disappear, as suddenly as it came

Leaving you bereft, steadily to perish

 

As I sit here, with the sun setting low

The pages of my diary, reminiscent of you

I wonder if the smudged words are coming together

Because of my tears, or the evening dew

While you may be in another world, unaware

Finding love in the arms, of a woman new

 

There were stars twinkling that night
Some dim, others shining bright
 
The wind blew carelessly, free
The faint outlines of the moon, I could see
 
You spoke words, earnest, full of promise
I could taste your breath, in that fleeting kiss
 
And then you disappeared, into the dark
Leaving behind, an imperishable mark
 
I raised my hand, but let it fall
My voice drowned out, before I could call
 
It was best to let you walk away, after these moments intimate
Than prolong elusive fancies, till the love turned to hate

It’s not the burning red

Nor the bruises, black and blue

But the scars imprinted on my heart

I wish would cease to be true

Write me letters
That smell of you
Words splattered
With early morning dew
Raw thoughts
Thrown around
As you pour your heart
I hear their sound
 
Tease me with a
Long silence
Building anticipation
A wait, taut, tense
Let me get consumed
By the spaces in between
The lines you’ve written
And those I’ve seen
 
Beg me not
To see your face
To feel your presence
Or cover this space
For if we met
It would only lead
To bitter disappointment
Caused by the greed
 

We are no different

You and I

Cut out of the same cloth

Different, only the rent

Broken inside, damaged

Piecing things together

Concealing scars

From wounds that have aged

I continue to run
With the sweat trickling down my face
My eyes burning
My stomach churning
 
I keep moving forward
Aggravating my pace
My heart, ringing in my ears, a loud thump
Determinedly swallowing, the constrained lump
 
I run out of breath
Still advancing, gasping, heaving
The scorching heat, making me blind
Yet I keep running, leaving it all behind
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