Darling,
I play your
memories
on repeat
blurring
them
even more,
forgetting
how you
looked.
Will I be
able to
touch your
face again
in my
dreams?

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I'm too much attached to
feeling of being detached,
It's not that hard to detach yourself
once you know the very purpose
of their attachment to you.

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all night long
my skin stays dipped
in patterns of ache.
the ache that was built
on the night of separation,
that cracked my bones peacefully
and left me terribly broken
in madness and dry tears.
it was difficult to forget
the smeared verses of love
that attached and detached
without any noise
but, only with
a perpetual stain of breathlessness,
a perpetual stain of lifelessness.
it was difficult to unlearn
the art of closeness
that enclosed
my heart between your ribs.
the art of unloving,
the art of unlearning, you.

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You seem like that nail I cracked
Perceived to be stuck to the body
But detached beneath the surface

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The tale started with the beatific rose
merging the warmth of two lively hearts into one.
Red being the colour of their
blood & red was the beatific rose
with thorns attached.
And red were the eyes that
made them detached &
paid them in red to carry
the curse of honour killing.

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We disintegrate
We congregate
We shine
We whine
We fly
We die
We levitate
We fascinate
We resist
We exist
We sigh
We try
We prey
We stay
We internalise
We realise
We pry
We cry
We are stars momentarily
Of a fictitious circle of life

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I still wonder how
I was not good enough
for you even if I gave you
everything I had......

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Verses....
Making the Bygones
And the Detached
Beautiful enough and Within our reach!!!

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My truth might have shattered you,
Which I could never witness in my own eyes,
I wanted to spend happy days being with you without giving you any pain,
Till the cancerous petals engulfed me
detaching from you.

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When you slowly become detached,
You know a joy that is boundless.
Detached mind is always better,
but this maternal love takes over.
Let go have I, of so many aspects,
never have I pointed out their defects.
But still, it pains, pains like hell,
when your mind rings a warning bell.

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