My anklets ring in your name,
But my heart's not tame- a wildfire.
I hope, in love's touch I stay the same,
It's gentle dewdrops and fiery desire.

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Love abounds in a child's first a..b..a..b
But we need to have ears to hear
A window you mindlessly won't close, yes love's that tab
It's so universal but they think is personal and thus, fear.

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It has been a decade
since a poem was written
not meant to fit a prompt
but be itself, elegantly, graciously,
shamelessly, unapologetically.
It has not even been a decade
since I started writing what I
thought was magic for more
than a decade- poems. It
has been less than a decade
that I market my poems
like orphans for sympathetic display,
who deserve much better,
it has been exactly a decade
since I yawned at the idea
of what I would be thinking later.
It has been a decade since
I thought I should try writing
like the world does, not like how
I would.

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Hushed voices speak in calm tones
harsh it isn't when you've time for sermon in life,
having a mind for it is needed though.
Heroic it is when patience is gifted as a virtue,
hummingbirds of fate hum hymns of harmony
hatred lies miles away losing steam, evaporating to precipitate as
healing rain~ harbringer of the idea~ no need to notice anyone's Achilles' heel.

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Saturday looks hazy
until it ends, it's clear now,
but too dark already.

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Ground spice emotions stand out in life's dish
Great are those which bring tears to eyes, of joy of course,
Gold are those which seem to be garnish but are gerunds in
Grammar of living, yes, they don't leave anyone beguiled.
Greed though lives among them, seems to be an exotic spice, but isn't nice.
'Greed, it keeps you moving, but it leaves more guilt than it brings.
Generally, great are those who take and absorb the best, dscrd the rest.

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Happiness was a maze
in which the happy person we chase,
only to hear reality saying~ it's just a phase.

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Eight looks like anyone else among them all,
beginning from one on the number line, praying
like everyone else on its days of fall, but eight's special,
got bragging rights, the first number from one with a
non-prime neighbour nine to whom it goes in free time,
on days when it boasts about its privilege, it crosses all heights.

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Our feet travel, mind often doesn't.
We've moved, but been moved? We haven't.
Hope at the end in lack of wanderlust, we don't lament.

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Creamy lives are very common they say,
Actually, I think they're quite rare,
Sure, you might find overachievers, perfectionists at a
Hat's drop, you might think you chance upon them at
Every stare, but to them as well, life is only as fair
Within their arena, else they're surprised too, busy unraveling its layers.

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