Drooping eyes,
A cold sheet to wrap around,
Sound of gentle raindrops,
A perfect recipe
For dreaming about you..
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Stay still for a while,
Everything will start making sense
Gradually..-
Take me in its captivating abyss,
Where nothing nothing hurts anymore,
Where everything is numb and
My days seems to be reaching twilight..
But then, I am not dead yet
The heart still beats, and there will be light-
Her wild hands
Under the blanket
In a cold winter Sunday morning..-
The pen takes a life of its own
As if it owns me, not the other way round.
As if my subconscious finds a way out,
As if to the world, I am no more bound..-
Be a mirror
To say how you look.
It can at most
Be a map,
To tell where not to go.-
A freedom to grow.
It is when love has wings
Lives of ours, get their best views..-
As if there was
Nothing to grief about.
You left and I am almost fine,
Only my pen and the pages
Blotted with the tears knew;
You, the words were about.-
Where the good day's happy shine
And the bad day's gloomy whine
Plays to create the different colors..-