Your love was as measured as
the words of a poem.

Maybe so, while you tightened
your noose with every slip
I bruised my knee.

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I wander about
the times we had.
Laughter and smiles,
vodka shots, game rounds
and then your want for a kiss
for every time I lost.

It was like a dream,
I lived once upon a time,
though seems like a paradox now.

And after all that we had
I wonder why
you and I remained
like an unfinished line,
or like a poem with no ending.

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A goodnight kiss
from the last night's love
to the next day,
from sunrise to sunset.
You and I wrapped in sheets
with your arms around me,
breathing in silence.
Peaceful, warm and cozy
That's how our Sundays are like
Just you and I.

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When I am far away
Will you look up to the moon,
Just like the way, in old movies they say?

Down on my knees
In hand, flowers as pretty as you
If I propose,
Will you blush, just the way
The sky blushed into seven colors,
When the mountains proposed?

Will you be compassionate,
Just the way the sun is to the moon?
Giving away it's light,
Making the moon
look beautiful and bright
Even in the darkest of nights.

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Oh my love, my love!
Someday, a day
my fingers may slip off from your hand
And I shall flirt a little, laugh a lot
Maybe also
Walk a mile or two
with a stranger from the bar.

But darling, oh my darling!
My eyes would still search for you
And your attention all the while.
So everytime my hand loses the grip
pull me close & let me know,
that you won't ever let me go.
And I would smile & whisper -
I love you,
Like the way I always do.

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How naive of me
to hold you close
while all you could see
was freckles that the moonlight
failed to hide.

Yet after all this,
How foolish of me
to still write about you
with blurry eyes
and feet entangled in threads
that remind me of your lies.

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My love! You are the poem, I wish to write
and tomorrow, that never arrives.
You are like the honey glazed donuts,
cardamom crushed in tea,
and zaffran in biryani,
enlivening the monsoon in me
and the autumn, I never had.

I wish I could wrap you in words
with metaphors sprinkled,
rhymes gliding through the edges
and symbolism as fragrant as your presence.

I wish I could describe to you,
the smell of jasmine and daisies,
your smile planted in my heart
and paint you in tangerine and pink
like the sun kissed summer, painted the sky,
as I waited hours, by the shore,
watching you sommersault.

Oh my love! How I wish, I could write you a poem
that's beyond sunsets and wine, but everytime I try,
there's you, there's you, there's you, my love!

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I never held you close enough
But my senses are no ordinary.
I feel your touch,I hear your voice,
I see you everywhere
and everything around, smells like you!
And trust me,I believe.
I believe in my senses,
senses that lie!

They say love is blind.
Maybe they are right.
But this blindness is not dark.
I see your beautiful face,
The way you blush,
the way you smile!

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The distance
between you and me,
like the gap
between any two words -
unsung and constant.

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You sat on the seabed
drowned in your ocean of tears
and me at the shore,
getting washed by every wave.
You feigned to be an ugly shell
never wanting to be loved again
and I waited, wanting to be
the pearl of your oyster.
A hurt soul you were
and so did I remain!

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