Night swallows the ember tinges
while greys within hide beneath the sheets all dark.
Sparkling in the corners of eyes,
blues line the skin
filling the hefty ocean
with nights of blues and greys.

Light like Silver,
evincing mum's white threats,
threads through the broken pane,
for yellow crates
of grey smiles and bleak bliss
all in guise
of the hunt for the deep dark chest,
always disdained...

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They tease me with your name
beholding my cheekbones leap high
on your dimples deepened.

'Infatuation' is what they say is between us
But little do they know,
we call it love.
Love, that's doesn't void our bleak souls.
Love, that's so serene, so unfeigned.
Love, that intertwines our colourless threads to a purple tapestry.

But this ain't the love
that Shakespeare inscribed in his sonnets
for, thou art a Cesario
but I'm just another Olivia
who wants to know thee,
the way,
thine Duke
does...

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and that night
we conversed through the lines,
the stars forged
sitting near the window, gazing the moon
and deciphering his face annexing the bright stars...

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Wife's funeral, heart wailed;
ain't eyes. World
addressed him
uxoricide.

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First day
of her
daughter's school, she
lived as hers.

-

Parasite feeding, without host's knowledge.

-

Crown suppressing voice of courage.

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"Since, we held on hopes
for your 8-digit number
to trace our 2-digit lost love."

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Love remained selfsame
but couldn't win
against his ego.
Alas! The goodbye
remained a goodbye,
failing to turn
itself to
a bye.

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He's tea
and I, the
cookie falling
to merge in him.

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