"F. R. E. E. D. O. M"

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Spin and toss, With a quarter of your touch;
A drink you could never refuse
When I crave you inside me, more and much;

Pour me out now, as I am at loss of words;
Bound to my promise
I will leave you concurred;

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Old Books!!!
Secondhand, for others;
Pre-loved, for Me.

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"Make peace with things, with them..."
But what if we gave away a piece of our peace to the wrong one?

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I recall our arguments over my-kind-of-right and your-kind-of-wrong.
We both had our perceptions
ranging across spectrums that drew their own parallel world;
leaving us entangled in the same world.

I recall how our routines never saw each other's face.
We both had our own habits
spanning across day and night, coffee and chai, books and camera
leaving us alive in the same home.

I recall how the ashes from your cigarettes
lay comfortably next to my empty wine glasses
Like the sand lays next to the ocean,
they too wash us, off our feet

I recall and recall
over and over
your tattooed skin against my pale one
my layered hair over your bare chest
your camera clicks against my fluttering book-pages.

Differences, they say,
make and break the toughest souls apart.
I wonder what resonates, to keep us together!

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//Dilemmas

We stood there in that room
one last time
wrapped up in our own set of dilemmas
Me trying to unclench my fingers
only to clench it back,
with your shirt-collar in them
You trying to push my face into your chest
hoping to sync your heart beats with my breath
and then pushing me away
to gasp for a breath of your own
We have found comfort in dilemmas now
We have let it sink into us deep enough
to be or not to be?
to stay or to leave?
to bid farewell or to welcome?
We are running out of time
and the choices have now become undesirable
Let's make a final one
you or me? u̶s̶

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PotterHeart



Scar on the heart,
Deeper than the one on someone's forehead.
Yet, I am not the chosen one
Ever.

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Losing someone you loved..
or
Losing someone who loved you..

Only if choices were less painful than the loss...

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Khushboo Nivas

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Strength is the biggest curse, making you do things you never imagined you are capable of!!
Leaving you to live with that moment, everyday.

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