Wide eyes, I was awestruck
Seeing your lips sipping tea
Your smile flickered across your face
Filled me with curiosity

While you gazed away and looked at moon
I gazed away from my table and looked at you
An eternal poem there was it
In your eyes, a philosophy
And I smiled reading it to me

Your whispering glances stole my heart
And I wished to never fall apart
From your destiny
You then stood and came to me
From your place surprised to see,
I can't believe

You said to me, you thought about me
While looking at the moon peacefully
I just sat there astonished
At that moment I locked my heart
Gave you the key and forgot
The world of misery
I was with you finally

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I long to become poetry
to see if someone will love me
I crave to write poem with my blood on
the sky to see if it will be a forever thing
I revived shards of my skin to see
if my genre was different this season
I layered the shreds of myself to ask
once again— what if?
Am I this curious?

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The craving of my fettishes comes again
Is there anything sweet as this season ?
I dare to bet

While I was eating the last of summer,
I tasted something not so baked
I knew it's time for the change

I asked the summer birds
When will they return ?
And the berries and leaves
Or if they will ever return
Will they be the same them ?

I stood there gazing everything
As the change took place
I wondered at the magical moment
When the red charm lulled yellow
charisma back into haze

How will I ever be able to cope with this beauty?

Little saddening in the air, maple stall
Classic aura, nostalgia, mists & mellowness
And here comes the fall

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On one
random night,
I met you
again.
In my
thoughts.

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And with the same difference
His eyes began to tease me
I was entailed as always
With the everlastness of
His appealing smile
My mind was crowded with
Thoughts and him

-

My life was full of
Miseries and mysteries until
I heard some footsteps coming
Towards me but now I have
An addiction, You.

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Till day till night
To morning till evening
Even till dawn till dusk
I kept holding my feelings
I couldn't help smiling at twilight

-

She was a moon fell for sun.
And the poetic melancholy continues..

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A lazy tulip in my heart started scenting when it saw you.

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