The oven chimes and so does the wall clock, 9 times at 9 p.m. I finish my dinner and after an hour, I plop down on the sofa and begin watching a series “Tales from the Loop.” The oven chimes again and so does the wall clock, 9 times at 9 p.m.

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I brushed my hands
Over the grooves of your heart
Slowly and sensually
I moved them
To the corrugated edges of darkness
That lies within them
With my name embedded over them
I brush away the withers
Of past heartbreak and kiss softly
Every beat of it

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She : You fear forever?

He : I fear forevers

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On the motherly lap of monsoon ~

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I don't know what went wrong
I don't know how I became so obscure
I don't know why you made a muse out of me
I don't know when I became so good at goodbyes.

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people are not songs
to keep you hooked.
they are the lyrics
which need to be heard
and understood.

let me tell you
love is not for sale
like chocolates
because i know you believe
adulting can wait.

don't promise a forever then
just love with your 
whole goddamn heart
and watch someone rip it apart.
   
don't call it love then
dating should be the correct term
infatuation, even more correct
no. wait, it should be love. love it is.

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I do not write often
and mostly wake up with
dull frizzy hair,
poetry tangled into it
reeking of 2 AM thoughts,
I love reading all its silence
wishing to write in its dialect,
and spending the rest of the day
wearing thoughts discreet
while catching up with life
wondering where did July go.

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Another sleepless night
The lights back on
Insomnia
Something is wrong

As I begin to write
My mind's not clear
Insomnia
I just feel weird

My mouth so dry
My headache worse
Insomnia
Seems like a curse

I'm so confused
Nothing seems right
Insomnia
The endless nights

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