maybe forever was just a tiny moment,
that happened to us each day for a second;
but lived on in the shape of a timeless cloud
drifting from place to place,
so that every time some lovers were to swim
in the cloudy ocean of a setting sun,
they'd see that one particularly odd shaped cloud
and say, 'we can make it as whatever.'

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She was the good angelic South Indian with Jasmine in her hair and long bindi on her forehead
In short she was the perfect traditional woman

Whereas ,she was the badass North Indian
She was the perfect bitch and an atheist
Almost a tomboy
Thus began a sweet love story

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If loving you is a sin,
Then I wouldn't bother being a sinner.

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cup after cup after cup my body overflows with you, did i drink too much of you?

(i'm sorry, i love you.
i'm sorry i love you)

this is how i imagine amniotic fluid must be, this orange glow. am i made of you now, or did i make you, and how much of you am i and how much of me are you?

(remember when i ate a whole box of tangerines?)

— % &how do we calculate? how do we count? when you're so fluid in your movements and you work with my breath like threadwork, you embroider me wholly, your sharp needles weaving in and out of my being, but decorating me by the end of it. everywhere i go, i see you, and when i see you, i see the world looking back at me. everything i know, i want to tell you and everything you tell me, i want to ingrain in my brain like my first language. i want to know you by instinct, more than a choice, and i want to love you

on purpose.

— % &i want to thank you for ruining my life (i love you) i want to tell you that if you think you're a weapon, a knife,
something that pierces through, i'll be damned if i don't kiss all naked blades with your name on them, bleed my tongue and my teeth. i won't need

red lipsticks anymore.

— % &you see, what i'm saying is, i want to carry your pretty ass home, and when you're not with me, i want to kiss the screen goodnight if it symbolises kissing your head. what i'm saying, my love, is that if you like orange flavoured candies, i'll make myself bite-sized and sugary-sweet, just so you can consume me bit by bit, nibbling, giggling, lying next to me, breast to breast, bosom to bosom, your curves melting into mine, and i'll be damned if i don't combust into bright orange flames when you pass orange flavoured kisses into my mouth.

fire, sweet sweet fire.

— % &i want to absorb you completely, and never run out of you, write greasy cheesy love songs for you, inhale your scent (you're my tangerine), bruise my knuckles to fight for you, believe in a god just to keep repeating your name in every prayer i whisper,
and make it all religious,

your love of the starfish
and the sea,
and the oranges,
and maybe,
just maybe,

possibly me?

— % &your love has the consistency of a lotion
and the intensity of light.

my skin is starved of you.

will you colour my breath

bright orange

every other night?

— % &will you be my tangerine?



(i'm not sorry anymore, i am

proud of loving you)— % &

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Your long hair,
Falling over your face.
My hand reaches out to tuck them behind your ears,
But my mind resists.
As I watch you leading your life from afar.
Oh if I could have taken your hand,
And ran afar,
You wouldn't have to cry in your room every night.
And I will hold you,
When the lightning strikes,
You wouldn't have to hide in the closet, anymore.
I have known you for few days,
But perhaps my soul knows you longer than just few days.
Because when I talk with you,
It's like I am talking with an old friend.
Have I know you for 12 days or 12 years? I wonder.
But the awful distance between us,
Seems impractical and con-some.
In a matter of few days,
You became someone I would make my hands dirty for.
Let you be the beautiful lady of a noble family,
And I, the one inside an armour,
Who fought for your hands,
Intertwined in my strong ones.
We can sit beside the balcony,
As the Sun blushes bright crimson,
With tea in our hands,
As I admire you up close.
I would let you hum your favoured melody, lost in thought,
As your head leans on my shoulder. I shall sigh in contemplation and happiness, of you being by my side as I rest my head upon yours.

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And in her eyes,
I found a place for my heart.
And in her face,
I found the place for my mind.
And I wish to hold her in my arms,
So tightly,
That she doesn't feel like she doesn't belong here.
But I can't hold her forever,
For she's a bird and she has her wings.
She'll fly,
But if she comes back,
I can call her mine.

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......I don't remember what time it is now. I don't remember how long I have been like this. Just mesmerized by her. Oh please don't let this end....




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My hand tangled in your long dark chestnut hair,
Your ebony eyes, looking at my dark brown ones.
The dress of yours from the hem, so neatly undone.
You clutch onto my barely buttoned shirt,
As I hold you close to me by your waist,
Your playful smile still adoring your majestic face.
I remember myself to be afraid to call it what it is.
But the way our eyes met told me what it is.
No point in denying any more.
You roll over me, coming close to me, adoring my face,
I kiss your head as I whisper words of sweet adoration.
Which you reply with your melody.
If the world were to end like this for me,
I would call it a heavenly blessing for me.
With you in my arms,
Knowing that you are mine,
You knowing that I am yours,
With our wedding bands triumphing on our fingers.
With my melancholia defeated by your staining touch.
With your apprehensions erased by my acts of love,
If the world were to be burning,
I will shield and fight for you,
Even though I might know it to be undefeatable,
I will act foolish as it won't be possible for me to see you burning with the world,
As I stay alive and watch you burning away from existence.

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I saw Asaka toiled around in the car where I lost my sight in, while crossing the road.
She sits by the ledge of the roof with the most inviting and graceful smiles.

Oh Asaka, I saw her in between the larger waves with rocks in her pockets.
She once held an apple so tenderly in her lovely yet scandalous hands.

Asaka, her name so tarnished, yet would she hold you when you need it,
She is the girl anyone would die for,
But yet uncertain of their choice,
Knowing well they would be with her in the end.

Her beautiful eyes like the fire of a sullen wood staring invitingly under the deepest parts of the tarn;
Her hair as enchanting as the aurora, streaming around the water;
Her arms reaching up, the warmest of greetings.

My flesh merely brushed against her's,
A kiss as a blessing from her and the momentary relief washes over me,
Until I realise,
She left.
Again.

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Smudged kajal,
Adorning your upturned eyes.
Your droopy head,
Settles on my shoulder.
I hold you close to me.
You run your hand through your hair,
Mumbling out tired phrases.
I hum to them, as we wait for our station,
Seated on an almost empty vehicle.
Your darkened silver jhumkas,
Appreciating your facial frame,
Taken down by me,
Freeing your burden for a while.
And I have sworn to self,
To make sure those eyes rest peacefully, while I am around.
I shall care for them for
Those eyes composed tales I am yet to live in.
And I shall carry you to your comfort,
But you ask for my lap,
As I sigh out a smile,
Massaging your hair.

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