Some girls are like violet colour,
fearing the red patches staining
their pants, or the vermilion promising
a sweet and unbreakable family.
They don't wear "red bindis" nor
keep their wedding saree as a memory,
because they know it well that red loves coloring their hearts but leaves it as an incomplete art.
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When her lap was overcrowded,
She didn't make me wait for tomorrow,
But gave me a place to live
not like heaven, but a puravida-
where clouds formed wrinkles,
smiling with the winds, whispering-
"I love yous" to the sunlight,
and living wasn't a rot learning
because she never taught me
how to unjumble "nipa".

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And, when I perched upon the twilight,
November came as my kindred spirit.
Solitude swirled in the clouds-
with crimson sunsets, the sea's unsaid hymns,
silver pines, parting a goodbye, all those birds who couldn't return home, and those fiendish
curse, the dark winds whispered.
I was one among them,
trying to write my unsung verses,
trying to be the boat in the river of solitude.

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You were almost a teen then,
But something about you was different-
the way you sniffed books when everyone
around you prattled about the latest reels.

/something sweet in caption/

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Sun was upon the pollen
of the china rose,
returning to sleep
on her mother's lap.
Its luciform rays yearned
for that lost aubade,
amidst the quiescent blues,
to muse for the auroral eyes.

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RENDEZVOUS

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//Finding love in a revolution//

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//God of Small Things

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