Mirrors look different
each time I see myself,
a thousand pieces across
this scarred face tell
stories of buried tears.
Yearn for love,
learn of hate,
hope rests on the petals
like a newborn dew
on flowers of life.
Whispers of forgotten pasts
gusts of pain from age old scars,
the second’s hand heals.
Droplets of light
running across the horizon
like fireflies of dream forests,
and a chasing heart
tries to catch all.-
Under the sapphires
of the blossoming sky,
as the evening moon
silently gleams past
the hushed pink cottons,
I read your letters
just the way you sound.
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You are just like the
grains of sand,
no matter how much I try
to catch you, you slip away.
You are just like the
second hand of the clock,
no matter how much I try
to hold you back, you tick away.
You are just like my
heartbeat, beating involuntarily.
no matter how much I try
to stop you, you beat away.
You are just like the
colours of spring,
no matter how much I try,
to avoid you, you colour my life away.-
The sun farewells the night
the sky is getting bright.
The birds on the tree,
the newspaper man on a spree,
somewhere the milk just burnt,
I stand brushing, mirror in front.
The air carries love no more,
postman delivers it door to door.
Kids going to school, new bags,
new dress, new books, new name tags.
Battle between butterfly and bees,
the one who gets the nectar wins.
Eyes blurred by broken specs
half blind me checks
the time, has arrived for me
to leave home and be free
in the caged walls of emotions.-
You were like the
blossoms of spring,
a being of time
that bloomed to wither.
Until the day arrives
when it’s harder
to stay in a bud
than to bloom,
I’ll be perching on branches,
watching the blossoms
fall like blessings.
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Under the dancing lights
of the setting sun,
when the sky sings of love
and the moon comes up
to listen all the stars that
stood alone burning,
I found you.
On the shadow kissed
meadows of dreams
where the rain greens everything
and sun peeks through the
clouds of grey hues,
I found you.
Inside the heart of mine
that once hummed of bliss
and smelled of love,
I found you.
I found you just when
love met my words, in fantasy.-
Across the vast blues
of spring drenched skies
I was the star hiding behind the sun,
peeking every time you watched
the crimson sky and falling
every time you looked to wish.
Under the blossoms of unending stares
I sit, a lone poet writing pictures of us
and along the railings of fingers
that always brushed but never entangle
you stand, a lone poem of ecstasy.
Along the malaise of broken dreams
as I slept in the eternity of your voice
and danced with the rhythm of your heart,
I realised love was about accepting and never about expecting.-
Along the soft greys
of borderline hopes,
there peeked a sun
of a thousand yellows
hugging all the greens
of forlorn meadows
and the wet reds
of forgotten scars,
the ones I never
got bored of.
A sad melody
of a hundred songs
and the salts of
dried happy tears.-