If words hold so much power,
can I abracadabra and change all of me
with just a poem I write to myself?
If words hold so much power,
can I go on the scariest ride?
-when that poem tells me that I'm
scarring myself unstoppably.
-when that poem tells me that
I need to lose myself to live.
External scars and blood droplets
are not my forte, I'm dying within.
I'd probably lose parts of myself,
but I don't want to read that book.
I'd rather write a new one
with the new parts,
without the guilt, without the regrets.
I'm ready to lose myself more
but I'm scared that I'll someday
go back to read that old book
and find myself really unlovable,
just the way I was made to feel in its chapters.

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The Hearts That We, The Broken Ones, Break

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For a long time, you believed that falling in love is supposed to be beautiful. Turned out falling in love wasn't falling and being caught in someone's arms, it was being dropped by him the next moment. Perhaps he wanted the one falling to not to be you but someone else, perhaps he chose not to catch you and love you or just perhaps, dropping you was his intention. Yes, falling in love was hurting, you just didn't want to feel the bruises ache so bad. He had his reasons to drop you (sensical or maybe nonsensical), but what reasons did you have for falling in love other than that feeling of love? -None. It was your fault, it has always been your fault to love that hard, for being a genuine lovergirl when there existed no loverboys who'd love you the same way. Oh girl, you lost yourself in the process.

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If forever were a place,
it'd be situated on the banks of heart,
where lies would flow from
the left ventricle to the right ventricle.
The inhabitants would rely on the heart,
imbibe the potion,
gradually diminishing their life span.
Because it wasn't meant to be,
the flow wasn't in the correct direction
but in the destined one.

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Love needs equal efforts,
But at times all it takes is the eyes' magic.

Love is synonymous to quarrels,
sometimes it requires patience (and cute handmade cards);
Yes, the memoir of love.

Love is sometimes easy to melt with smiles,
but it rather freezes (hardens) with insecurities;
Hey, love still exists either as a frozen element
or a melted one.

There are various stages in love,
Love is never easy, never too hard,
All that love requires is love itself to keep it intact.

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Love is Callous

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She? A florist,
her flowers smell petrichor.
She? A poetess,
inking the nature with its beads of poetry.
She's a pure beauty.

(Captioned)

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The war between people and I

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/Dreamland/

I place a lid over the day
and pick out the utensil of my thoughts,
I inhale the aura
and walk the multiverse's way.

On entering which,
I feel the warmth of his hands,
like that of rosemary leaves,
when he places them on my eyes.

He takes me to our favourite place,
the ice-cream parlour,
where parts of cream drip and race.

But once the aura fades over the night,
I no more see his hand on my forehead
and him on my right.

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Why him?

i) because when I consider stars just tiny white dots,
he shows me the luminous hope.

ii) because when I see the night, not the other elements present, he shows me the moon and the constellations,
not the pupil sky.

iii) because when the dark clouds are overhead,
he makes me feel the mellow rain.

iv) because when I whimper as lightning strikes,
he leans in for a tight hug.


~Gungun — % &









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