"Patang"
// a prose- poetry //

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I might talk in puzzles.
I might write in riddles.
It's because I fret..
Fret of being understood easily.
Fret of being known completely.
U must atleast try halfway down.. to get to know me.

It isn't that I'm self obsessed.
It isn't that I'm complicated.
It's just that I want to know..
Know.. how far would you travel down my curvy roads ?
How far would you try.. to read between my cliched lines ?

And if you did so..
Only then would I drop down on my knees..
..would hold you in my arms..
& would whisper.. in your ear..
About the real "me.

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Sky to me is an evening that's
too stubborn to set.

// a poem //

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I'm lost..
Lost amidst the complexities of this world.

Whatever I say..
Whatever I utter..
Is harmless.. I ensure.

Yet..
You Shushh me, or worst... disregard me..
Calling my words rebellious,
& Me.. atrocious !

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A HUMBLE LETTER TO MR. DA VINCI
// In caption //

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You're already a poet
if love hasn't loved you right,
You're already a poet
if love hasn't treated you right,
You're already a poet
if love's all, you still crave for,
And you're already a poet
if you've let it stab you,
a million times,
with all its mighty might.

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The darks &
// the rainbow //

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_If at all I get to call sky something,
I'd rather prefer to call it
a lady with her tresses left wide open,
out in the wilds... with streaks of red
painted here and there for the winds
to nurture, and pamper,
traits of her rebellion with a passion sinful,
and with a kiss delectable enough
to shudder lightning within
the crevices of her soul, bare!

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"ON SMOKING & SMOKING"

Let's begin with head and
go down till toe, if that's okay.
Or even better, let's start
with that particular chunk of flesh
which first comes in contact with your
oh! so caring.. "White piped darling !"
// In Caption //

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"Who said a kiss would
kiss back normalcy to the
time that walked past
the time of togetherness? "
screamed a flushed she,
struggling to pull the now
low slipped black cardigan,
back up her shoulder.

"I did!" intruded he, and within
a jerk of a second, kissed her back,
up against the regale passion of his
warm hands threading her tresses dark,
thereby unchaining the moan that
got her throat, chained.

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