Moving my things
out of this room
with pink wallpaper,
I see the pieces of cello tape
stuck on the wall
that once held our picture
from a November night street stroll.

One half of the cello tape
not ready to leave the wall,
the other half - pink,
with no adhesive power at all,
rattling in the air
thrown by the drowsy fan.

I know it'll remind you too of us.

Maybe it's time
to rip the cello tape
off the wall.

We couldn't be in love together.
Let's be free together,
shall we?

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You are afar,
Perched on the moon;
On the sly, behind
The amorphous mass of cloud.
And I, somehow
Caught a glimpse of you,
Before the clouds
Could eclipse you.
Your so-so sight
In the moonlit night,
Allured me to cross,
The space and time.
And in a flash,
The moon looked full;
Unclouded,
At its peak of luminescence;
The stars glimmered,
Paving my path to thee;
As if the universe
Conspired to coalesce
Two perpetual lovers;
I and thee.

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You pat my back,
asking me
to gulp down my loss
without giving out a howl,
to avoid the noise of my spill,

like you pat the sugar box
to fill those empty spaces,
making it devoid of all the air
forcing it to accommodate,
just a little more,
just a little..

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O my beloved..
(Full poem in the caption)

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She is the lioness,
Residing inside
The closets of my mind.
She is the wrath,
The power, the vigour
That I keep locked,
Shelled and tied inside.
And today, I admonish you,
Not to tinker
And unlock those doors.
For once freed,
This lioness shall create havocs,
And wade into mayhem, your world.

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Is marriage
a license
to touch her
without her permission?!

(story in caption)

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"Teacher, he stole my chocolate",
that's how it all began.

Years later,
he stole her heart,
and she never complained.

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Hearken, O Lord,
Hearken the grievance of the poor.
You lend an ear to all, I heard,
Then why not us?
Are we not your creations,
Are we not your sons?
Or did you just
Abandon us all,
Because we're poor?

Hearken, O Lord,
Hearken the grievance of the poor.
Omnipresent you are, I heard,
Then do you not see us,
Suffering lifelong?
Do you not pity us,
Seeing us starving daylong?
Or did you just keep,
All happiness for the rich?

Pardon me, O Lord,
Pardon me, for today,
I shall bewail my misery,
My anguish, my agony.
For I see no lenience;
No lenience in you,
And in the world you created,
I see, no compassion, no love,
But all I see, is enimity and hatred.

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I, sometimes,
hide my pain
under the
tip of my pen.

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Don't trap yourself in a cage
when you actually belong to the sky.

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