Flow with the fleetingness, if you can,
beloved.
Half-healed souls cannot cure one's
brokenness.
Break your heart if it's needed, let the
leftover pain escape.
Grow yourself that invincible strength,
to find peace in the quiet.
Let time pour reasons on your shattered
pieces to ask life to stay.

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The leftover winter
is stuck to my feet
as the pale sun struggles to rise
through the thick fog
of fraying ends of dreams,
morning frosty wisps
creaks at the window
sneaking upon me
my words untouched, glisten
as I turn february inside out
looking for a fallen leaf
adrift and aching blue
gazing for a whiff of warmth;
My footsteps slowly let go
of the waning winter's breath
eyes slide down
leaning in close
on the sun-kissed canvas
as lips whisper
sonnets of magnolia blooms.

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When we know we are living in each other's heart and the love between us define what we are, then is anything leftover to know about each other now?

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The broken pieces..
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There was a photo frame
I hung it on the wall
With all my pieces together
Which were scattered once
And the mirror facing the frame
Reflected my gathered self
Which I had once shattered
Around me,throwing them hopelessly
Sometimes towards the crimson twilight sky
Into the gurgling streams,honking of vehicles
Finding myself in the song
Of the cuckoo on the distant hill.
You see, I'd started loving leftovers-
Leftover sorrow,love,longing, solitude..
Yes,they were leftovers,
they had been left by those who had savoured them
Found bitter musings,sweet somethings
And thrown the leftover away.
Even sugary gaze, joyous blaze after a point
Create a haze,making us believe
We have but reached a saturation point.
But I forgot all this when I saw my forgetful self
Shading you,sorry,exposing you
To the vulnerability of finding yourself
Broken,in pieces..
Ah,then I heard the song of insomniac thrushes one day
And then,I shattered myself
The photo frame of Icarus' courage
Narcissus's rage within me shattered
The frame,and battered your
Ever loving self as well..
How I wish the mirror would
Still reflect some leftover
Affection,sadness..

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Yes, He left me...
Yet it wasn't over,
Thus, I survived
on his leftover.

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"Leftovers"
Is not
Charity.
It's faking humanity.

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The night was still romantic,
Just the menu changed.
The leftover is coming to an end.
Tonight a party held to our home
Meny people enjoyed eating
But some leftover, am applied
An idea safely storing and some to
Mixed with additional ingredients.
Made a delicious meals.
That is my Hubby's favorite.
So he felt very happy and just
I avoided waste of food.

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Magnolia
&
The Leftover Sun




poem in the caption...

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अगर है तकलीफ तुझे इतनी ही मेरी जिंदगी के गमों से।
तो अपनी जिंदगी को ही तेरी जिंदगी से अलग कर देंगे।।
हो रही है गर चुभन तुझे मेरी सांसों की खनक से।
तो अपनी सांसों को भी तेरे लिए रोक ही देंगे।।

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