We were wrong every time
when we thought
love is a path made of satin,
love is the fragrance of crushed rose
silver of the moon
and mellow of the afternoon.


love is a barefoot walk on the streets of summer
with burns and blisters,
love is the storm and thunder,
the constant wear and tear and repair
and sudden rain of winter
love is the dream that shatters every night
and grows back new again,
love is a feeling that feels nothing at all
and all at once.

We were wrong every time
when we looked for ease in love,
when we tried to gain in love,
love is a triumph, hidden in loss
love is the delight in pain,
untameable and insane,
We were wrong
when we thought love is a tale of golden hours,
love is endurance in the month of no flowers and no rainbows.

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He is the taste of chamomile tea after a worrisome day. How he soothes my nerves with the tip of his long index, tucking my hairs behind ears and his smile is cheesecake, I always crave for. He knows how to walk into my silence and how to make me laugh. I took a thousand rebirth around him. His kisses are intense like the formation of stars happening over my skin. His arms are tranquillity of sky after thunders and storms. And now I know how beautiful it is to be in love.

Mandira

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You are the last song I would sing before winter grows all over my skin. You are poetry I would write on the last pages of my life. You are graffiti on the walls of my heart in hues of love. You are wandering everywhere in me, free and wild. You have reached an infinity in me. Even the white flowers over my grave smell like you.


Mandira

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One who loves most profoundly leaves most quietly.

Mandira

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We are celestial bodies not meant for each other. We merged our lips, they named it eclipse.

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I loved you
I loved you deep
and vast,
with ends stretched till the horizon.
Now that you are an ocean
No matter how hard I put efforts
I couldn't empty you.

Mandira

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and every time
I was drowning in love
deeper and deeper
with each intricate part of you.

Mandira

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Lend your ears to someone who needs it.


Mandira

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Does it pain more when razor slits the skin that’s already bleeding?

Can fire burn a soul with blisters?

Can death kill someone who is already dead?

Mandira

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Stay.
If you find a mess,
still beautiful, still worthy to love
and know how to take care of hearts
that comes with a tag,
‘ FRAGILE: Handle With Care ‘

Mandira

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