Atrocity of endless hearts and the
Bewildered cupid lingering around the
Castle of deceivers to find out the bleeding pieces

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I would weave a fold of pleated skirt
of the claustrophobic skirt
to adorn it with unrestrained sapphire
Of the autumn hue.
I would draw the fringe of asterisk
to define the archived tales of us.

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Kwansaba

A scintillating star from the somber sky
Gleamed at the perpetuating glinting chalcedonic statue
Surpassing flurry of affluence to its acolytes
Devising fecund spring sprinkling fertility in wintertide
Garnering parched maples from the orenda autumn
To embellish it with love and caress
And adorn it with tiara of fortune

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Hope seeps into the window panes like that of the sunrays creeps through the trees of dark woods to eliminate the loneliness.

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When we start using our brains instead of heart and end up with over thinking.

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Departs from the seclusion due to darkness
Brings a new hope, a new life
A chance to write a new story as per your choice

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I would rather weave a poem
With your leftover memories
than waving my hands
In a Circumvallated void
With endless hope of
dwelling in your arms
Is just like a reverie
that keeps me alive.

My incessant heart
trying to solicitate
despite of the admonition
Of dissociation from your way.
When I pen down
the allegories of idyllic memories
With a quill dipped in heart red
I feel your presence every then and now.

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She casted an antediluvian treasury
Embellished it with the vintage stars.
Edges carved with the cerulean sky
Coloured it with the tints from moon.
Moon that when she could speak
he can hear, both pervaded by its illusion.

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She danced merrily
Under the rain.
The sillage of the petrichor earth
Drenched her heart with nostalgia.
He drew rainbow
As a cascade of love in zephyrs
That flows from his heart to her.

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Murmers the sonnet of love
Compiled by the memories of past.
That we wrote under the resplendent sky
Beaming merrily at us.
That we carried in the cascade of stars
flowing from the horizon.
The allegories that we wrote in those maple leaves
shaded by the orange autumn.
Those haikus that we wrote with the twilight from the orenda azure.

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