Let me tell you
something about
the process of
unloving
the love for love.

You die each day.
A little more than tomorrow.
A little less than yesterday!

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I call out your name
in the wilderness,
but sense no echo.

I guess, that's what
acceptance smells like.

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Beneath the dim
autumn moonlight,

the forlorn leaves
quiver,
caress my foot.

singing with their melodies..

melancholizing
astray tunes of routine,

I learn the dance of love.

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unreasoned

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I 'm missing the days
I used to
miss you.

With you
not missing me;
I guess,

the closure came easier.

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आँखों के किनारों
से बहकर
भी
एक स्याही गुज़रती है,

पन्नों पर जो पिघलती नहीं।

सात महासागरों को चाहे
मिला लो,
उसके प्रवाह की बराबरी,
फिर भी न होगी।

Shikha

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Meet me, my dear..

when the world's deep dived
in wonderous dreams.
when all what lives
is the soul divine.

where realities
crumble
into oblivion's arms.
where all your tectonics
converge with mine.


Meet me, my dear..

amidst dishevelled stars
filling solitary nights.
in the shades of shadows
which define all light.

when our hearts blend
to the colors of horizon's sights.
where the shine in eyes
turns apocalypses bright!

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You were right.
There never was
a problem,
between us.
..

Only, imbalance.

Your presence,
melting
in my aura
started being
indispensable
for me;

and even my absence
didn't, for you.

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When stars are
all
that remain
at the zenith of
multiverses;

in their lit
canvases,
walking barefoot,

I'll be painting
your name ablaze.

Will you, then
smile,
remembering mine?

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The atoms of ache,
dismal,
linger on my window sill.

Exhaling ice,
they tell me tales
of how
their combined portions

became my white noise;

and love, nemesis.

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