I watched a soul sitting
on a rock facing the beach,
sweltering sun kissing her
skin. A peach colored dress
and those perfectly messy
hairs being caressed by the
gentle breeze.

A picture capturing moment.

Bathing under the same
sunshine, I still felt quite distant
from it. A sudden wave of
jealousy struck my silly heart.

Unfortunately, I was just
being jealous of my past self.

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The February Love

I watched the love of February after a cold wave had hit the broken twigs. Being a guest for a few days for so many years, it seemed the sweetest this year. "It will be a warm month" was something that the extinct instincts prophesied.
I watched the yellow flowers, many wearing its hues, the warmth enveloped in yellow hugging the bare minimum skin, the wilting and the blooming on paths taking turns to cycle; staying forever hopeful. 'Tis the month of love. 'Tis the month of February.

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I watched
intently as he
leaned forward.
Squinting his eyes, he
firmly held the eraser
between his fingers. He
lowered it on his notebook to erase the word.

Unfortunately, he erased his essence.

Peering over, even these tear drops were not able to wipe out the word "myth".

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I watched a kid swinging merrily
under the night sky. His eyes
might be twinkling like one of the
stars above as his dad gave the
swing a gentle push.

Nothing seemed to matter at that
moment.

Sitting in the adjacent swing, the
kid leaped off to find merriment in
pushing my swing.

I brushed off the lone tear as I, somehow, regretted harming myself but nonetheless, couldn't
stop.

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I watched a girl moving her trembling fingers on the red walls. Her tiny hair follicles on the arms had straightened-up. For her, he was missing since ages although it had been only a day.

The coldness of his heart seeped into her heart as she went back to her shell with her stoic expression.

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Weeping fronds

I watched them
standing beside each other,
their weeping frames like the
weeping fronds in every attire
they wore, as their naked forms,
hiding behind, fading in conflicting undertones.

Watching them tracing their steps whilst criticizing
The sins bestowed upon with faulty crowns; the helm of oblivion.

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On the land

It bloomed
into my parched land
as it infused life
through its beating heart

And it bloomed
whilst I stood there
gently holding onto its petal

The gentle hold
firm enough as
it slogged, putting
in all the efforts

And it continued
whilst I just stood there
as I watched it flutter in victory

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I watched intently
as her delicate hands
gave intricate details to
the person in her imagination.

Unfortunately, she wanted me to be the shadow of that sculpture.

Fortunately, I wasn't that lifeless shadow.

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I watched a kid gazing at the night sky. His tiny finger was moving rhythmically as he counted the stars over and over. Spotting something, he exclaimed before finally dozing off with a satisfied look.

I gazed at the night sky in order to steal some of its satisfaction.

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The Spring's Return

I watched the leaves detaching, falling off as spring raced in, slipping from cracks of the winter mornings. I witness your memories, etched in the muscular walls, shredding away like these leaves but from my warm embrace. They crack, scatter and wither. With a gush of lunacy, I gather them and try to plaster them back. As I trudge on incessant pain, spring pushes me ahead, to return with a different luster.


Closed away in yester seasons, I clasp hope drifting away
Enclosed in my memories, I long for them to survive long

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