The dream was to live-
In the clouds, on the petals of a flower and sky.

The dreams settled for-
In the crowds, on the rage of money and an unanswered why.

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And there I stood
Incomplete;
Between the vowels
as I wrote love as you spoke of it.
And you apologized for
not understanding the poetry
that I bled for you.

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Empty Empire


My heart speaks of him
As the traveller recalls the mountain
My head feels as if the heavy cloud
Having the need to be the rain

My hands lie empty
The land of loneliness, where it rests
The pain disguised in comfort
Spilling over the chest.

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The Art That Lies in Eyes



It's falling off,
The top button of my shirt,
Like the white clouds seem to,
Over a pink sky.

It's melting,
the strawberry ice cream,
Like the flavours of youth;
Loved by all when it's near to die.

It's over baked,
The choco chip cookie;
It got burnt a little on the bottom,
Like the soul threw itself into black,
To crack open to see some light come.

But what's beauty, if not,
A pink sky with some clouds.
More space for a necklace to shine,
Over the collar's crowd.
A flavoured ice cream,
And some fresh youth forever abound.
A cookie with choco chips?
Bring another round!
For the eyes see what it wants to,
A breeze before the storm,
Or the calm winds after the rain.
It can woo happiness and pain,
As just another norm.

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The Cupboard of My Room in the New City


Four divisions
Slit from the middle
The penultimate bottom is dented.
Four seasons
To unhook the riddle
I left it, as it is; sweet scented.

The Safe is stuffed like storage;
Couldn't fit my mom through the small door
The bottom right has an empty rage
A pair of brown sandals and
An umbrella cover that's torn.

Sworn,
To never let go of what gives comfort;
I let go.

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As Long As You Love Me


I barged in;
A big unending trail of emptiness.
The floor felt wet
and the ceiling, like a sky.

"I don't know about you
And I don't know about mine
But as long as you love me
I am thine."

And as I confessed and stepped back,
the mirror smiled at me, back.

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Sugarcane


Few days,
And I am already lost.
Between two fine buildings,
I have to seek my home.
Between two cities,
I have to seek my home.
With the two eyes,
I have to build my Rome.

Few days,
And I was found again.
What was lost never,
Held sweet within forever;
My cloud had its rain.

Few days,
And I am crushing like a sugarcane;
What a joy.

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Things I had at 6:42 pm


A phone
A fork
A message from a dork
A half eaten apple
Two half written poems
A thought to give up all the dreams and
keep living within the comfort of my home.
A thought that said to bury the above in a tomb
A back pillow
A charger
A roof on my head
Some words, some silence
And some promises to tear.

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Sensible


It was a sunny evening
My bare feet craved no shoe.
The shadow heard a mellow ring
And the feathers bedside had an extra toe.

It made no sense to me;
How come so!

I see,
last night I reached for a star at midnight
And stopped to ask the sun if I should do so.

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Things that kept me alive today and
made me wanna die at the same time



College
My phone
The thought of him
Him
His eyes
His cheeks
His undeniable lips
His hair
His smile
His round cheeky hips
His absence
His shirt
His fingertips
The long hours of nothingness
And the in between, of hope, sips.

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