Everyone came by.
They all touched the waves, and left.
Only you came closer,
to see the depth.

That's what made them a visitor,
and you, a sailor.

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I, wanted you
to be a Wave
that would gently kiss,
and reassuringly come back
for another.

But, you became
a Rainbow,
beautiful but rare.

May be you wanted
me to feel special,
but failed to realise
rare is not always real.

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Of Distant Dreams

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• I love it when you say•

I love it when you say
You like turning pages,
smelling it, absorbing the letters
and sentences one by one;
rather than saying you're a bibliophile.

I love it when you say
You like how the sound
of rain heals from within;
rather than saying you're a pluviophile.

I love it when you say
You like how you reveal
yourself to the night, and
how darkness makes you feel light;
rather than saying you're a nyctophile.

I love it when you say
You like how the moon
captures your attention, each time;
rather than saying you're a selenophile.

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You left me in pieces, and
my peace, was abandoned.

For you, it was a piece of cake.
And I was left dangling alone
to find my peace.

In the pieces of your silence,
I assembled mine, one by one.

And I learnt,
to piece out, and
to peace out.

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Sometimes, my heart
pounces to freeze few moments,
but they slide down like the dew drops,
from the leaf to the ground,
without a trace, like a guest
paying a short visit.

And a few stay like the lines
on the leaves, strong and still,
even after the leaves
shed from the tree,
to make the ground beautiful
with its colours.

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In the name of Power,
we are all divided
with boundaries thrust upon us,
pushing us to remain within them.

A different state, country,
each one with a tag-
developed, developing,
socialist, democratic, imperialist,
and the like.

Forcing us to make assumptions,
to look at a country a certain way,
too backward, too modern,
too cheap, or too expensive.

Fighting for power,
in the name of boundaries,
holding religion and race, the culprit
and throwing humanity to the vultures,
we fail to realise,
Power is the silent perpetrator, because,

In the name of Power,
we are all divided.

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You thought love
was about blending
into one's colour,
and coming out as
white together.

While I believed
it was about having
the freedom to be
separate colours,
like the rainbow's
VIBGYOR,
and still shine
brighter together.

We could have still painted
our rainbows on a white paper,
but you left.

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The New Normal?

From watching shops selling
fruits, chips, flowers,
To watching types of masks, colours, patterns
and how people have worn it,
We've come this far!

From pushing people in a crowded bus,
to find a seat and relax,
To seeing empty buses with a soul or two,
We've come this far!

From greeting people with warm smiles,
To walking away with suspicious looks,
We've come this far!

From fearlessly walking down a lane,
To carefully measuring each step,
We've come this far!

From talking about life,
To discussing death,
We've come this far!

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You thought
I wanted a date.
Yes, I did,
not on a table,
but from your calendar.

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