When the world is pretty fine,
when life goes just perfect,
and I find what is mine.

Stay by my side
when I fall too many times
and bleed tears of regret,
when no poem really rhymes.

Stay by my side
even when I say I'm good,
or when I stifle sobs over phones
trying things I never could.

The ocean might be rough
with deadly a riptide,
The world might get much worse
with nowhere to hide.
the sky might be darker,
storms might make us blind,
but through blacks, and whites,
just stay by my side.

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A flower dries, falls;
Humans throw away.
God picks it up,
keeps a memory.

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I still have your rose.
Nowadays I don't
look at its thorns,
but only at
its withering petals.
It loses a petal everyday
and I, a story.

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Of all others, why me?
The other day they...my 'friends'
said I can't sit on the boys' row,
I dozed off on Raj's shoulder
on the school bus on way home,
he exchanged seats with someone
I've never known.
They push me down on ground,
say I don't belong- I don't know,
I'm a human, too.
Class 5 A is infamous because of me,
I walk in and all look away,
It wasn't like this till the new
'sex education' class.
Mom loves me, so does dad,
but teacher turns his face
away from me, the clock strikes 4
I rush to grab a window seat.
Lately mom's been telling me,
the other name of 'gay' is happy.
She says I should find
my nepenthe in piano,
which they say I'm great at,
and I think, gradually,
I'm getting happier.

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love being in the air?

Now, those days still linger
in the silent air in between us
and talk about
us being in love.

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I sip on a glass-full of the
night sky smeared in purple satin,
a crescent moon on the rim,
and a multitude of stars afloat-
A sparkling, expensive drink.

Finishing my glass,
I realize I've gotten high,
I mumble unclear words
through my pen
and make drunk antics
on my paper.
And, in the morning
everyone calls it a poem.

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Colours

Sometimes it is vast blue like the ocean,
Sometimes grey, with the stormy aggression,
At times a blend of orange and red,
When it's time for the sun to set,
A bright white when it's just mid noon,
Flooded with light at the time of full moon,
A rare tinge of pink at maybe twilight,
And Pitch black on a starless night,
Don't they collide with the colours of life?
I've seen these colours when I've gazed at the sky.

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We all wish to fly.
Some grow wings, some just write their
names on paper planes

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The ice cream.

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Confused between three fine suitors,
March pings me a panicked "Hey."
"Help me pick between- nightly winter,
spring at dawn, and summer in day."

I type quickly, "choose the colours,
the blue of night and the red of day
pour them out when it's near dawn
Let the purple spring out and stay."

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