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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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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" Cause I fell and
I know not how to stop. "

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..but then you said magic doesnt exist..
And I couldn't help but smile.

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How many days does it take,
How many glances does it take?
Until you take one step back -
And run straight into my arms?

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