Your dusky departure—
a soft syntax aftermath;
of a bittersweet ballad,
skates through moondraped flyovers,
like knotted conversations,
that after decades of dormancy,
free-flow akin to a boundless brook—
curating reverential ripples
of progressive morrows;
whilst discarding retrogressive rues
of yin-yang yesteryears~

I bid you amorailled adieu—
not with tear-soaked irises, but
with petrichor perfumed gratitude,
for I walked through your
lobbies of love with umbrella-safe beliefs
and mapled manifestations,
whilst I ligated the bruised fabric
of my kaleidoscopic ikigai~

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She dreams religiously,
for—from her dreams,
dawns a chiaroscuro
of pillowed expectations,
in the semi-stitched silence
betwixt prayer and promise~

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Beauty is but a prismatic perfection—
sprouting from red-velvet reveries

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when noradrenaline waltzes
in a pulsating way,
focus— like a tectonic tidal-wave;
birthes from mindshores—
as tomb-like distractions
dilate into that tissue-thin
bonhomie breeze...

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You, arrived
twixt the perimeter—
of remembering and forgetting
for where memorymist faded;
your arrival—
cloaked itself as fog on
the glass of eroded elegies...

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hope isn't some mere gossamer feather
tis rather copper cradled in vincent robe
sometimes, it's rigid rib-cage doth sprain
and yet, it opts to rise and resurrect again

midst the archway of rust and resilience
it blooms akin to an ochre-winged wonder
miles away from the clifftops of resentment
ossifying its presence in bones of forever

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She, subtle like—
amoraille breath of spring,
stitched her smudged solitude;
into croissants of courage,
untouched by vantablack
vicissitudes of vices and virtues~

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—
humming
dreamcatcher-knit duets
in the biblical birdhouse—
of bracelet-beaded beliefs,
when brumal hope
latibulizes as hoarfrost—
for wisdom's
werifesteric woodnotes
echo through the hollows
of fairy-brown woods...

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kept hinged on the
ligamentous loyalty
of pleural promises—
no push or pull,
can in-between barge—
to break its strength—
ossified and occult!

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immersed in the cavern
of trampoline thoughts,
her bradycardial breath—
floated,
on the hem of semi-truths
and frostbitten falsities...

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