Last evening,
I saw the longest sigh burning in between my fingers
Its skin being peeled off
And charred
Creating an apparitional haiku on the ground
The smoke fading into the big dollops of clouds

It did not rain after that.
The longest sigh disappeared into an oblivion.
And I sat there with my singed fingers... waiting for the onset of another ghostly night.

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What do you look for, when you stare at the wall at your bathroom? The greasy damps on your heart - does it really know how broken you are sometimes till you find a baniyan tree or a sitting elephant or may be a hidden dragon on that wall? The dried water marks on the wall run like your wrinkled veins...and you stop finding any more meaning of your tired soul. You flush the water of your commode and life looks promising.

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I am drawn to you the way
the dried leaf is drawn to the earth,
the night sky is drawn to the moon,
or the mud on the bank is drawn to the river...

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I want you in the weirdest way.

Like when you get entangled on the bed with the flower printed bedsheet in a funny concave octagon pattern, I feel like fitting myself inside you like a crescent moon, suspending on the binary dots...

I want you in the most magical way.

Like when you scrub the last rice morsel with the last piece of glazed chicken breast from the white bone China plate, I feel like fitting myself inside your frontal teeth with your lips swirling around me and eyes closed in search of my particular location...

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as I did not know what to do with you

i ended up loving you

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if I ever have to leave you
I would prefer that in your
good days, when you're in mirth
and wouldn't mind losing a mere one

if I ever have to leave you
I would never prefer that in your
dark days, when you need a
shoulder to place your head
and a chest to sink your face

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"what should we do with all these
miles between us?"

"Let's make paper boats with 'em
and let 'em drift in every direction...
and let's wait to see where we meet each other..."

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something that I would love to say again,
in the end, it will be worth the pain...

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She held me the way the moonbeams hold the night...
The night was touched so deeply,
yet she wasn't touched at everywhere...

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You know what's more beautiful than just feeling you deep inside?
The way all the pores of your skin become thirsty expecting the unexpected...

...thus your mortal body becomes a song, overlapping the mundane mediocrity...

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