my memories
will haunt you
on quiet nights
when it isn't windy
and the leaves
are all lulled
dewy, sleepy
when there is
no cat weeping
and everything is
in its place.
except your heartbeat
it will race.

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A lone wolf,
I sailed through the ocean, under a sky full of stars. So close and yet apart. When a wave hit my boat, I prayed with all my might it crumbles, just like my heart.

The morning when I reached the shore, the skies burst open, balm to parched skin. My boat flew away, as if to look for its heart.

I knew then that nature was a friend. They found it equally exhilarating to meet. They found it equally distressing, to fall apart.

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When spring comes again this time,
promise me you will sow a seed in
the garden of my backyard.

Not that I will be here long enough
to see it bloom and blossom. But,
everytime it rains like it does only in
my city, I will smile with delight to
experience our love grow
in the mud of my backyard.

In my heart.

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in a second

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The pills didn't work just enough.
Counselling felt like a waste
of time for it was too quiet;
before, after and meanwhile.
Clearing didn't make much
sense because
where do I keep the clutter?
Cleaning is a monolithic concept
without any layers to it.

Nothing,
Nothing is satiating enough.

I am not sure
if I am recovering
from the storm
or
if I miss it.

-

What is the most beautiful
thing in Friendship ?

He gently asked.

When BEST FRIEND becomes Your
LIFE PARTNER .

She softly replied.

-

lips part in sigh of the
pleasure of his sensual
unease in her twirling
around in glee when the
hair falls covering part
of her face accentuating
the kohl rimmed eyes as
she gyrates through the
periphery of his existence to
melt in his divine presence
when he lays his eyes on her,
she feels spoken to pleased
and touched like soft melting
caramel. the universe moans
along when they quench
deep their thirst.

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She twists and turns
Resisting too hard
The will to merge
To stretch out
And be one,

Right before she snaps out
Tears it apart and burns.

The universe loses
one more star
that night

Some of us have become
The people
Who hurt us

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She would frame it, think
it twice, hold her breath
and let out a sigh, reframe
and practice, then walk
some nervous steps,
updownupdownup,
stammer and stutter a
little, pause and hold her
breath again, before she
finally blurts out a faint
and feeble sigh like
sentence, "May I?".

You stifled her words,
made her cower everytime
she raised her head in
defiance, standing tall,
you folded her down like
the sheet on your illicit
bed from last night and
you told her, "Shush!".

Nevertheless, she persisted.

She still is, persisting.

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दीया तो मुझे मेरे रब ने बहुत कुछ है
लेकिन शायद तेरी कमी इन सब चीजों पर
बहुत भारी पड़ रही है.

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