Priyanshu Ishu  
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Joined 21 May 2017


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Joined 21 May 2017
6 FEB AT 22:01

When I see you now, I see a puppet with strings,
Pulled by the devil who wears my wings.
He has you in a cage, which must be beautiful inside.
You push those away that have always been by your side.
You fear they'll shatter your carefully built stage,
But they're just mirrors, reflecting the truth of your cage.

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30 JAN 2022 AT 22:38

Whose loyalty shall we question?
The leaf that leaves the tree for the ground
Or the tree that lets it go for a new leaf?— % &

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26 MAR 2021 AT 2:07

Maybe we are all just broken clocks;
stuck still ticking, rarely making sense.

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9 FEB 2021 AT 0:14

Your heart is a city.
I'm looking for the birds
who were rendered homeless.

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6 FEB 2021 AT 23:38

Arising a conflict is better
than seconding a wrong notion.

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27 DEC 2020 AT 1:15

I know love as morning coffee in your hands. You sit by the window with a detective novel in your lap. Your open hair keeps coming all over your cheeks to cover them like a blanket. A few strands manage to slide their way in between your lips and they rest there until you carelessly nudge them behind your ears. You lean a little and flip the page giving your stubborn hair a chance to fall on your face all over again. The sunlight from the window reflecting through your glasses make your hazel eyes shimmer like a river through the woods. You ignore everything around and take a sip of your mellow coffee as you try to soak in all the mystery that those yellow pages have to offer. You are such an avid reader that you fail to notice how I smile when my eyes are caught in your gaze.
Winter feels so beautiful when I’m with you.

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24 DEC 2020 AT 11:24

The wind chimes in my balcony miss the breeze
that used to make them sing in mirth.
Sometimes a gush that would turn them topsy-turvy,
sometimes a light touch that would caress them.
The showers that accompanied sometimes,
how it used to wash away the settled dirt.
I observe how it longs, for it all, hopelessly.
I observe how we both long for love, together.

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4 JUL 2020 AT 17:50

The window of my room opens into your backyard.
It's all green with flower pots lying in such order that
amazes me for as long as I can remember,
all that my life has been since you left is a mess.

(Continued in caption)

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23 JUN 2020 AT 4:21

•Solitary•

The green louver windows have
remained shut ever since.
Maybe Mr. Sinha couldn't find
another tenant for the
upper floor of his house.
After your parents left town,
I climbed up the tree that stretches
across your balcony one night and
stole that little pot of Aloe plant that
you had hung on the wall outside.

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18 JUN 2020 AT 3:04

First you'll struggle and
then it'll be all serene.
The warmth will leave and
you'll embrace the cold.
The moments of red
will fade into black.
You will be so alive,
but they'll call you dead.

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