"Like an April's lover shaking hands
And February making a goodbye kiss,
The potpourri of emotions always
stays a little longer in my dairy;
an intruder with zero regrets."
— % &"My trust issue is now
folded inside my heart
like model of an origami,
piece by piece when I unfold it,
I'll be left with nothing but
foldmark that can be easily
traced to fold it back."
— % &"Saline tears can't erase
the thirst of wilted rose,
They need ink out of red
They need ink out of blood."— % &"Fragile hearts are no more alive.
They are already burried in a graveyard
of hiccups, Swelled eyes, puffed eyelids,
where Memories are shredded
into gulmohar petals and are lying
in front of my cemetary
like a hibiscus in lieu of rose."
— % &
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