Loneliness cuts at my heart at its own pace
It moves with no sense of urgency
It takes the pain deeper and deeper
I am choking on the words that I have swallowed
Afraid to utter them
To keep the peace in someone’s heart
While I watch volcanoes erupting in mine
The lava of hope runs wild ,yet I know
Only tragedy awaits at the end of the tunnel

I feed poems to my heart to keep it entertained
But for how long will this charade continue
The imagined romance in someone’s eyes
To fill the void in my own
The salt of betrayal slowly dissolving over wounds
Love dying with lies frothing at its mouth

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In the emptiness of this night
My silk dress cascades onto the floor
As your thoughts fill more than just my head

The doors of imaginations are open wide
Begging me to run wild through them
I close my eyes to reach the other side

Unveiled longings are spread on my bed
My moving fingers blur and become yours
It’s not only my eyes that are moist

The chill of the night caresses my skin
My desires now reduced to one word
My body softly utters your 7 lettered name

Shadows of moments in which our gazes lock
Echo from wall to wall like a haunting melody
The lyrics of silence stay waiting on the edge

What would be the taste of my name on your lips
Remembrance of your gentle voice brings me new dreams
I wonder if you have the remotest idea of what happens in my poems on lonely nights
And you surprise me the next day, by asking me the colour of my silk dress

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My heart is roaming the galleries of a lavender reverie. A lilac moment filled with thousand desires remains suspended between us. Perhaps we are too afraid to bridge this distance. The stakes of life against the story of our hearts. A battle of choices reverberating into infinity.

How the exact colours came to our mind? How the hues of unsaid words spread like amethyst mines before us - poised to fracture our realities? How do we hold ourselves, disallowing the flow to take us on this unknown journey?

A new hope haunts the pages of my diary. My words are being washed away by the purple rain in my eyes as I dare to weave another dream. Is the colour a beckoning of a profound trust or a bruise of life awaiting revelation?

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Songs of flamingoes

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Brewing Dreams

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My thoughts, like far away lonely planets , orbit around this dream called YOU. I lie awake pondering what’s the limit of time? If the universe was to collapse what would the definition of eternity become?

My skin turns into a parchment and I imagine turning each kiss of yours into poetry. Free verses. Unrestricted and carefree. No rules. Just words experiencing zero gravity. Suspended across space.

How real are you? To me you are as much as a fact of my heart as much as you are a fiction to these words. Maybe at some juncture the two will either be subjected to the apparent separation or maybe to the inevitable convergence.

It’s like you are at the edge of the universe. You know somewhere it exists but is attainable only through words and in secrets of your mind. To me you are a dream of my reality and a reality of my dream.

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Sky blue smiles rained upon my heart today. Thoughts of you gently come to my mind. How tiny moments make us realise the enormity of our hearts. How much can it hold?! Like you stole all the blue from the skies and poured every drop of it into my heart and my crazy heart asked for more.

You walked past me and the air was painted in magic. If only you knew that there are moments that will always belong to us for the words we say to each other or for our unique silences. Just us existing in each others glances has a tremendous power to make my whole world spin along new dimensions. I wish we could exist in each others arms, unveiling the gifts of love and passion in a way that it makes the soul of the universe come down on its knees.

Until then I want to imagine your blue shirt as my new sky and your smile as my only sun.

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You have countless ways to arrest my heart and I heard you offer no bail. Glimpses of you make flowers of joy bloom in my eyes. When you speak to me I want to replace the full stops in your sentences with my kisses. I want to touch you in ways that the taste of cinnamon refuses to leave your mouth. I want to paint your skin with the colours of my saffron desires. Only if you could dribble the ball of love and score in the hoop of hope that waits for you in my heart!

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