They ask me of the icicles in my chest;
but they don't bring me
anything warm enough
that could melt them.

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Forlorn icicle,
Where is your ocean?
Banished, you roll over
Transpiring leaves,
Frozen !
Falling,breaking but not melting !
Ambience;
Did winter render you lifeless?
Abandon you after enlivening ?
Like a sad thought,
A dying smile,
On a pale human face,
Who shall you confront?
More ice? Sun for not
Shining over you?
Or season for your existence ?

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we both melt each flying day
we turn cold as nights advent
i drop down and form puddles
wherein my life exhibits colours
all sharp, ready to cut through
a life torn beforehand

i mirror the icicle
it shows me ME...

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He was the snow
And she, the earth.
Before he could fall
To touch her,
He froze into icicles.
Just hands apart
Still not together.

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Even little words of love can
break the icicle of ego.

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Cold Heart


A cold, cold heart,
Tearing me apart;
It's gonna take so long,
To my Self to belong.

The ice-cold blood,
Knows no flood;
I can't warmth bleed,
No wrongs you read.

Drowning in my breaths,
Prepare some wreaths;
It's gonna be a long winter,
Come, come like a sprinter.

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I carry the pain of icicles
Which let reside the souvenirs within
Along the trails it gushed,
Chilled and frost!
Dripping at sharp corners,
Trembled at the thought of meltdowns,
Aching to hold on to liveliness,
Which now is distressed
At the sunlit moments
On the dreaded alley to dire downfalls!

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Icicles hang by the entangled edges
of the mind -unwise ;
It's rhyme and reason full frozen,
ah this wide-eyed surmise!

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I would always be amazed by icicles,
their even transparency in uneven thickness.
That transparency would always reflect my dreams,
Until the sun of life threw its rays over them,
And with each droplet falling from the melting icicle
Reflected the fall of my dreams - one by one,
Ultimately there was no dream.
I was waiting for the next winter,
But then, waiting is also an integral part of a dream!

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