You neither alerted me your arrival nor will you warn your departure.
Whatever the span you might hang around, you are a stranger forever.
You made me love you whilst you never did.
Some score centuries, but I'm afraid, not me.
I know You're a bait but I am deceived by your taste.
I'll pursue my love to you, as long as you hold me onto you.
My Dear Life, you could have been much dearer.

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Speak, if silence seems painless.

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a roofless abode
drenched in splitter splatter
brewing up her potion of peace
cagey, not another sudden spill
florets of wisteria
finely crushed thyme
corporeal is what they cared
vehemence of her soul
pronounced a whistle of alert
her Braille landed a thump
'writing is solace'
wrote to her; her bosom pal
fueled her corked dreams
rocket physics - intriguing, yes.
theories turned laws, undeniable.
a millenial red riding hood
her most priced possession in hand
bled on her bed of peace.

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Those big fingers scooped her little ones,
Tender; yet, a tight grip of not letting go
nights never faded;
not without his jaded strokes of lullaby
her noddles and then-s; until or unless her eyes-
guileless, refused to rest.
Ripened with age- she did
never did she know; it meant - apart
those raw days when his jacket
coated her head;
when her filthy hands
painted his face bright;
when her first words made him lose his
turned a hue of the skies and oceans
identical much not less
her floral prints with little bows
made him no lest a human
in her will he live a man.

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Recited hymns out loud
I could hear her amidst
hues and cries.
Told me tales
of lamps that give shade,
I could see her
In there amidst those
untied blinds not to hurt my eyes.
Out of trends- out of reach;
Tiptoed on heel, ball and toes
Taught him love; Learned to love
twinkle on her eyes- she cried
crinkles on her corners - she smiled
witnessing those folds
on those delicate corners
I did listen to her eyes converse
I did learn pain
my first lessons of grief
Unveiled her orbs
her retinas groped for light
I reached out my hands
for her to clung on
not to save her from a fall
I am never mightier
than she ever was.

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I mustn't have said that ;
I mustn't have done that ;

What if I could go back in time?
Or is forward an option?
All will fall in place,
Set right, no what if-s anymore.

Yet, my conscience;
has a rude way of dealing me.
Queries swirl in my head;
What if I forget who I was?
What if the past me want to forward,
while the present me want the counter?
Will it all be a replay?

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Dig not my soul.
It's not as light as you see,
It's not a funfair in there.
Your intuitions of my glee;
I know you.
'How are you doing?'
I know - you never want a merry reply.
I can sense you;
grappling for my guilt.
Did you not know? I grope for bliss.
I'm not blessed as your instincts are.
I know what lies behind you,
Yet, I welcome you - I was brought up to.
I can smile - though my jaws ache.
I'm the happiest - it's your guess.

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Life can bless you so much!
You'll sprout wings of gaiety.
It's when I sense,
A dense air of melancholy.

Life can stamp you so much!
You'll wilt even on your day.
It's when I sense,
A damp air of hopes.

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I left,
In a way you never realized I did.

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I spoke to the stars,
Not for a word with my grandad.
But for a count.
More my fingers suffice,
More depressed I become.

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