I'm weaving a pashmina
from the golden threads of our conversations,
adulterating it
with wool of lukewarm love
and much detested opinions.
I'll add the colour teal
that'll remind us of peacock blues,
sad and beautiful,
like our past and future.
Now let's stain it,
rip it,
cuddle in its shreds,
comfort ourselves,
undress each other
and crawl under this layer of warmth
until the day when one of us
smells summer in the air
and pulls the pashmina away.

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We are poets.
We bleed in verses,
And leave stains
On paper and hearts.

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Everytime
I try
to bury you
in words,
It stains
the pages of
my life,
Leaving
the smell
of your memories
like fresh
blood;
Maybe you
are still in
my ink.

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Oh! my love all
these tears you shed,
like that lipstick stain on your
shirt are a reminder of all that is still left.

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A kiss on my blood stained cheek?

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The imperfections
in my poems
just mimic
my life.
Get close
at your own risk,
my wounds
will stain you.

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I wish it rains
& drenches my soul,
washes away those stains
which made me so impure

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Success will taste sweeter
If stained with sacrifice..

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the places i have visited,
been stained with my longing.

i wonder of the days to be spent,
washing them away.

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Millions of tissues would be less, to remove all the issues my mind has got.

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