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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

 

 

We know not
What the future holds
Unpredictability, perhaps
Truths, untold
So we derive
Comfort false
Holding on, uncertainly
As the present, crumbles and falls
Leaving behind
Husks empty
An intangible pull
When you thought you were free

 

 

We’ll emerge

Stronger with time

Keeping close,

Your hand in mine

Battling plentiful odds

Against us, stacked

For you, and your presence

Is what this life lacks

So I’ll wait,

With eternal patience

Viewing life,

Through this rosy lens

The infinite expanse, of a shared sky

Perhaps, the same cracked roads

Everyday, every hour

Passing us by

An intangible thread

Not discovered, yet

A mounting tension

Steadily bred

Questions unanswered

Fancies crafted

A fleeting feeling, hope

Warily stirred

 

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
 
Everything
Temporal, transient
Strong winds blow
These weak trees bent
No permanence
Mere leaves floating on this river
The steady gushing, a false comfort
As in this pale moonlight, I shiver
Ephemeral
An evanescent ray
Of sunlight escaping into
The darkness at the end of the day
 
I wish I had
That love which lasts
A slow exaggerated motion
In a blurry world, moving fast
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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