And some days when I am not a poet ,
I choose to be that rose tucked beautifully in your bun
Admiring taste of a modern day Fairytale

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Will shower sparkles
Around your being
And illuminate depths
Of your conscience
Cloistered behind the
Shadows of darkness

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Meandering through a casket of memories
A surge I will feel,
To sore high, towards
the threshold of oblivion
To cease aches of those turbulent emotions.

And at each time I will
Embrace myself with a wave 🌊
of Yearning pride
Of love
Of being loved
Drenching my weathered shore
With myriad hues of life.

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And I have always found the calmness of an ocean in his eyes,
The falling Autumn sunset on his lips seemed to have dyed my entire world.
The world did hum softly in the rhythm of life,
The first time, my sky became bluer and the flowers more beautiful.
As his feverous smile ignited my heart like a catalyst draping me in his divine aura,
I surrendered my Bohemian soul to love

Now I celebrate myself each day being
immortal in the form of words
as his muse writes hope notes
to a sultry October morning.

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The first saccharine kiss of
Navaratri

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A haven where
the frayed edges of yesterday
Return each time to
Find serenity in
The power of solitude

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Is to embrace the serenity of solitude
Drenching your soul in the nectar of
Nirvana

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Tossed on the board of life n death
Demon auctioned my soul, Long back
In the rezendous fairy tale of Spring
I am just waiting for arrival of
another fall.

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As I have fallen apart
In million pieces
And this is all that is left.

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We create a bubble of whim,
Breaking your ribs, curving our bones
We mould to fit into that.

Alas, sooner or later it will burst.
It's just a matter of time.

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