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3 AUG 2017 AT 23:16

On a moonlit night, following a crimson eve, when seas recede to a deep slumber, a quaint song of the fisherman pierces my soul.

Such that the fishes of my love come rushing to the fore and submit to the hooks of your dry shenanigans. There they dance a final dance and bid goodbye to the snoring sea which lay under trance of the luminous moon.

And lost its jewels to an invading tribe.

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20 MAY 2017 AT 22:11

I tripped on the wire
and felt your hands
arrest my march,
towards a futile mutiny
against your decadent
memory, stuck in time.

Time that you had
begun to countdown.
For any moment now
I may meet you
in the ashes that
shall emerge

From the landmine I was standing on.

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26 MAR 2017 AT 18:21

Tonight we dine in hell,
Drink from the crimson tide,
Chew on the aborted ideas,
Swallow the splinters of pride.

Tonight we dine in hell,
Talk in vintage dialect,
Strike with dewy words,
Buy our souls from Plight.

Tonight we dine in hell,
Raise the dead from slumber,
Nurture the crevices within,
Walk the streets of content.

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14 DEC 2018 AT 0:36

A faint light on the ends of time,
Flickers with the radiance of conquest.
Bends on the arches your tresses summon,
Wakes me up to the morning of our end.

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4 DEC 2018 AT 2:01

Stay there on the horizon of our vows,
Let the sunlight of trust fall upon your eyes.
You will see me bent with outreached hands,
And tide higher to embrace my hollow might.

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14 SEP 2017 AT 9:39

I travelled far and wide
into the world of wonder and yore.
In search and pursuit of the love that lay
unrequited, uncherished and unclaimed.
I thought I'll lay stake
to these remnants of time and
build you a future in them entwined.
So when you cradle our fruit in its lap,
you will know of my endless vigil
on the long cold nights.

For the sleep that I then carried
turned to dew drops that today
settle on her eyes and carry
enough weight to hush her to
sweet slumber.

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17 NOV 2018 AT 0:04

The tip of our
fingers separated like a dewdrop
at the edge of a leaf before free fall.
Try as I might not to wilt under the weight of the morning sun. Keeping you close on my bosom. Filling my lungs with your essence. Yet, seeing you melt into the air.
This reverie shall now be in darkness, you
having taken the myriad colours my life was bestowed with. Wrapped in them,
the world sees you as a butterfly,
while I wait for dawn and a hint of
heaviness in the air.

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22 MAY 2017 AT 1:19

The contours of your brow housed timid bumpers,
On which my fingers ebbed and flowed
Unto the wavy dewy shut crevices
Coloured in scarlet from the morning sunrise.
How I wish I could draw you like I imagined.

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8 SEP 2019 AT 9:57

The years in me lay spent.
Like a slanting tiled roof
With leaves strewn all over,
A letter stuck between the tips
Of fingers now fragile to
The beats of constant living,
Without the murmur of
A shrill call of the cuckoo
Perched on the eastern edge
Of the porch that stood firm,
Seeming to chant your name
From the letter I read
One last time.

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20 FEB 2019 AT 16:28

It's only The World Map of Dreams
That has Limitless Boundaries!

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