A picturesque world
in me, came collapsing
overburdening
the heart
feverish

ashes of half burnt
fondest memories
rain upon
my garden of flowers,
once idyllic
but now
dismally dispirited

And yet oh hand o’ mine
why you reach out
into the tenebrous
obscurity
of time

for her warmth?

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An untimely winter
buried in black snow,
my butterflies

to a grave
that’ll get
no flowers
or visitors

for reasons
unbeknownst

she
forgot
to write
an epitaph

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Van Gogh’s sunflowers
Plath’s tulips,

& the wilting
of Wordsworth’s daffodils

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Stygian
moons
whisper
in white
secrecy

carousing
in the glimmer
of her light

crowning
my night-herons

to a boisterous
hangover crepscule
purply persistent

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Uninhabited
skies subfusc crave clouds mosaic
starlings loathe stillness
flowers bold dream poesy
meadows wake up bedizened

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As the retreating
winsesap apple sun
has his last impish laugh
on the sleep deprived
caffeinated city streets
of a bustling metropolis
built with reinforced
concrete, steel & crafty conmanship

I shake off gigatonnes
of burdensome
thick matte black
air pollutant-dust deposits
from my asphyxiated leaves

tallying head counts
of commuting pedestrians,
jaywalkingly violating
traffic lights
to the tranquil tune
of Beethoven’s

Für Elise

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it’s a collision of galaxies
eventful & eventual

birthing stellar emotions
chaos & creation

gravitationally driven
friction & attraction

an intertwining merger
of souls

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Kept in mind-cellar
ageing beautifully
memories of you

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Handheld-luggage
of a heart,
travelling

smells
of distant
city airports

X-ray scanned
by customary
security screenings

manoeuvring
through human traffic
& snakish queues
in front of gates
alpha-numerically
named

speak of wobbly aero-bridges

& all that …

for a heartwarmingly
welcoming hug
that’d give
the countless hours
of flying

a meaning

to open up
storytelling

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Growing in me
a madness
deep-rooted


in your soils
alluvial

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