Love Proposal : How do I say?

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You and I
went on with our lives
like lovers pluck flowers
and leave it to die.

The old chains of time
though still binds
but does the ragged feet
care any more
with hope exchanged
against heaps of excuses that lie?

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Maybe poems are a lie
and stories, an imagination
represented by dust particles on screen,
too far from reality to touch.

For look at love,
dipped in flaws with edges that cut
here bleeding hearts continue with a smile
walking on misguided rails laid by
fairytales you once read.

But how do I
hold the writers guilty
when they are broken hearts
penning down their fantasies.

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I wonder how things were
once upon a time,
when you are waiting
with no phone in your hands -
to randomly call someone to kill the time
or to scroll your Instagram page
until you stumble across something worthwhile.

I wonder what it was like
in those days to have to pretend
to be occupied
or to fill in those awkward times,
with a phone in hand
to note my random thoughts
as I wait for my friend to arrive.

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There's this rush of thoughts
in my mind that I wish to write
but halfway through,
they diffuse in air.

I wish I could chain them,
hold them back
or maybe
they just stayed back on their own
like my insatiable greed for verses

But then
wouldn't it be a paradox -
talking of art and wishing for constraints?


//is it me or are we all
contradictions in ourselves?

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I search for love
in fragments of your soul
like glass I am shattered
in the absence of you.

Is there a way
for my ray of hope to reflect back
or shall all pass through this glass
in the absence of you, my love?

Is it much to ask
or is it too naive of me
when I wish my love would
rather be like a mirror than a glass?

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Like a tornado you come
rushing with flowers in hand
swirling emotions in me

Your name messes up
thoughts in my mind
like fingers dipped in honey,
dropping here and there
leaving a mark everywhere

While your memories attack
like a swarm of bees
as I run aimlessly and wild
to be out of this maze
to put you out of my mind

But every exit that I find
you stand there with your smile
drawing me in and I forget
where to draw the line.

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In the austerity of life
I dipped a hundred times
with reality holding me down
as I struggled for a breath

It was in those
brief seconds of time
I realized,
my fear of losing out on dreams
was more than my fear of death.

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Blurred sights
with an aftertaste of life

I fill my parched heart
that sees no shore
with another glass of hope,
once more

Am I in trance,
I must perhaps ask
or is it life that promised
pie in the sky by and by.

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