On days i feel broken,
i sense myself being
a pile of flesh,
placed over a burning pyre;

i throw in my scrapped pieces
—which being my thoughts,
one at a time,
into the slow fuming clinkers;
weaving the flames
blaze into a large bonfire,
turning all of myself into ashes.

This ain't ever a way of self-destruction,
But an attempt for a resurrection.

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He lived for Her.
She remained for Him.
And then there was never,
a better purpose.
Love Lived !!

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The beauty of you
That I behold,
Can never be expressed but only experienced.
And if at times, anything that comes any closer,
Are these my thoughts and emotions, called words.

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Your kiss is my jute stitched attire,
Which covers my shame from within.
I choose to wear you everyday.

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Her;

That evening was quite different. We had a nasty one last night. When I returned, as usual I rang the door bell once, twice, thrice and the fourth time. Finding no response, I had to use the spare key.

Inside the house, there was an unwelcoming numb silence. I searched frantically all the rooms. Everywhere, could find only my things being left over. Everything was wiped off. No trace, nowhere. As I sat down and tried to calm myself, chaos started to build up. My throat had dried up. It desperately quenched for a glass of water. Deep within me, I felt everything in despair. Nothing was feeling right and darkness was beginning to dawn on me.

Then I noticed, on our bed, lieing black chiffon attire from last night that was stripped off. As I sniffed and carressed it with my palms, it still had that warmth and scent preserved. A swift of white light just seemed passed through my soul. I couldn't hold myself any further. I rushed through the front door, left open behind and like a mad man, I went running into the streets and just disappeared into that black night.

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In the wetness of the rain,
I experienced the presence of my soul.

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Her;

If you ever happen to read me;
you may find pain in them,
here and there;
Know it,
they were from the traces
of my wounds
that dripped.

Hold and embrace them tight, for once;
to feel the warmth of my words;
Rest them between your bossoms,
lend my soul finds its peace, for once !

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Age defies their love for each other.
They wrote one more of their everlasting poetry, on their ever desirous garth of love.

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Microtale - Memories

kiddos were playing with my old stuffs, dusted. On the last page of one of my note book, I saw something scribbled, unrecognisable; Years later, i could still read the name clearly from the strike-through; everything just flashed by, within a clock-second.

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Sometimes even in our deepest hunger,
We find the satisfaction of having the most sumptuous meal ever;
When we happily give away our fondly bought food to the ones, who can't afford even grains.

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