Alone in recess in a
class of fifty

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WALLS
Shrouded in the forlornness
Raised high sturdy walls
Protecting the vulnerable heart
Retaining its benevolence

Breaking the manacles was easier
Fragmenting the walls was a task
She cocooned in the iron cult speedier
With a blissful gleaming mask

Ripping off the layers of skin
You broke through the fortress she erected
Revealing her latent fears and akin
Only to leave her dejected

Consequently this era lasted
As her intensity was rare
And no one everlasted
Eventually when she was bare

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"And I keep looking
for you in my diary,
where my words wait
for you
to walk through,
from A to Z."

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If relationships were money
people would've invested wisely

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On the marbled top of marred sentiments
My diary holds knitted verses of kalopsia 
In the kintle, far from the warmth of gazes 
I karekoyle the weave of gloom in lilty looms 

It held my autumn words in auburn threads
Pressed the flower petals of untold passion
Into seeds that bloom overtime when turned
It metamorphed my scorn scent into fragrance 

As years fell down the rabbit hole of inky time 
Weaved words grew wings from the light of 
Wait n' prayer spun 'round the sacred solitude
Inscribed hues offered rainbow shade to heal 

In this pathway of life, I bleed more sensitivity 
That can only be redeemed by my own thoughts
Progressing into proverbs by the calm course of 
Renaissance river, I sculpt n' I'm sculpted by myself

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Threaded tapestry~

in the subtle sepulchers of frontal cortex;
where creativity befriends passion—
geometric patterns craft a blueprint;
cohered by thoughtfulness & tenacity

knitted through unwavering determination;
a threaded tapestry—so tranquil-cum-beauteous;
artistic ambitions unveil their antediluvian veils—
ligatured by lysergic love & amoraille affection

a receptacle where innovative ink;
rendezvouses with opportunistic outbursts—
of dopaminergic dalliance & serotonergic sapience;
hula-hoops of hypothalamic happiness twirl

baptised brilliancy beats in all its' beauty;
on piano psalmodies of perseverant persistence;
as numb needle's eye syncs wid' thread's influx time—
metaphorical masterpiece birthes from medullary womb

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Penurious pocket,large heart
Beauty not a grain
The exquisity I admire the most
is the uniqueness of his mind frame

Refers me a'gazelle eyed' houri
Calls me a dime dame
What I treasure the most is
I'm the moon in his heart's frame

Fanatic of my body's myrrh
Potions of my lips he wants to strain
What I blush the most is
On the Elysian fields,he wants us aflame

He revers me in Aeolic verse
Yearns to devour until I drain
What I pride the most is
I'm the lesbia of his Catullus brain

He humours me with his chucklesome talks
Allures with his poetic frames
The act I adore the most is
when his heart sings my name

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And I wait you to
return from Z to A
to know the beauty
of the story , how it
started.

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Gurpreet Kaur

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And I waited with
enthusiasm to hear
both the stories from
A to Z and Z to A.

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