And what if we were two cities?

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My thoughts have no end. If I start from you, I don't have a prediction of the journey I'll have to walk on. I'll need another lifetime; to sit by the window, in all seasons and all days, writing endless letters to you.

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If ever I go afar, I wish may it be on a warm morning like this. So that this warmth embraces you like I do. So that it takes you in it's arms and comforts you like I do. So that it kisses your agony and tears making you forget all the pains of such mornings like I do.

But I wish you must not melt in it's arms like an unapologetic maiden mad in love with such heavenly conspiracies and I wish you must not be lost LIKE YOU DO!

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What if a part of me travels to the depth of all things and never comes back?
What if it seeks to understand all simple things and walk for long distances every evening and night?
What if it swears to not escape and stay through storms and waves of indefinite power?
What if it loves everyone with no questions and conquests?
What if it covers all sadness of people it sees?
What if it thinks less to love?

How vulnerable!

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Cool shade and sun fire in the kingdom,
Washing me till I burn pale.
Dreams blessed not much now,
Stars gone down till awake.
Why is it so that,
I have void memories?
Why still then? I remember you?
It's the colour of your skin that I remember only now.
It's the hue of your iris and lips.
Veins look up to your touch,
Minds broken and parted.
My whole world's a lie now.
But then, the only truth I have,
Is it you?

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With seemingly strong distances..
Where my words are left unheard...
Where his voice doesn't reach my heart.
Where our hearts fold, unfold, crush and grind..
Where we smile unreasonably and cry at lonely corners..
We are forgotten but alive.
There's still a fragrance of love left.

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Blueberries and Novembers:




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May be I want to plug in sunflower sounds. I want to dance to the rhythm of rising summers. I want to cuddle the clouds. I want to walk on cold sand with a day moon.
May be I want to taste daisy petals. Or wake up to a night filled sun. May be I want to swim through glitters.

May be I want Impossibles. I want absurd horizons.

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Why excavate decaying times?
Why not water the growing ones?

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When you said you were the only saviour,

You lied.

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