This is heartbreaking.

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when lost clouds
come to steal my thorns.
your side of the sky
bleeds pink





[Full poem in
the caption.]

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They asked me to draw my trauma.
I've always run out of pencils since then.

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Warm like steam
From favoured teacups.
Cool like ebbing
Winter rain.

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.........

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Time would stumble,
Its little toe hitting
The jagged corners of
Promises we made
To never let go.

Minutes would bleed
Into hours that feel
Like million millenia
Before a reverse big bang:

An anticlimax
Of silent implosion,
And the last blip
Of a bounding pulse.

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Today, I bought a bulb
That glows lavender,
Sage or periwinkle
Or the colour of
One and half years
Of missing someone.

I scream into my device to
Make it bathe the light
In the infinite hues that
The sky bore, the last time
He kissed my forehead.

But all I get are 16-million
Mundane choices.
So I craft my preset
Mix some longing and a
Spoonful of the colour
Of our last laugh.

And it ends up glowing like
Sunsets on Mars.

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Let me write letters
To the throbbing mailbox
Gated by your ribs,
Where a million questions
Are entrenched in the
Ivy of your veins.
I'd answer a few,
And water the rest
With poems;
Feel the roots
g
r
o
w
Around the sepulchre
In your atrium:
Scarlet wildflowers shaped
Like a staccato of whispers.
Even dead dreams
Deserve eulogies.
Won't you write back to me?

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Coffee stays cupped in
Two pairs of palms;
And nights don't talk
Just in cricket-tongues.

When I'm with you,
Songbirds sing longer
In an eternal spring
And the milk turns late.

Now, I realize,
Why I'm only left with curd
And why my coffee
No longer stays warm.

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Not every rebel makes noise.
Some have poetry written all over their math question papers.

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