Few tea leaves,
a dead rose petal
a diary
some incomplete poems
some scribbles.

Welcome to a strange city.
Here the note reads-
" You me and our departed songs. "

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I am the black bird you were always afraid of.

Be careful.

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Letter to the moon

I am writing you
this letter just to
let you know that
I am fading
tonight.

(Letter in caption)

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And,
Maturity is when you understand
That life is more than a
Romantic novel !

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Sunsets and petals

Remind me of the days

I was drowning into your soul,

And your body accepted my existence!

Somedays,

I wish you stay by my side,

Just to tackle the

Aggressive sky!

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|| Dreams and Lust ||

Some nights, the stars act like dusts,
When the moon is drunk,
But the beauty is that -
It takes you to places unknown to us,
But familiar to the subconscious mind.

They tell me dreams are lusts.

The twilight blushes,
As if a thousand dreams were converted,
Maybe the dreams were broken,
Or converted to lusts,
And hanged on its own prejudice.

They tell me it's the soul that's the dreamer,
not body.

Oh!
The only thing time can't control?
Dream!

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as long as we tie
the tokens of love, dressed
as metaphors, and bloom
the naive roses like
guards of our little secret.

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