Fluttering tentacles of the coconut tree
squashed frogs on the roads
Mundane thoughts
Filled with pretty intense details
to which how do I give life with words?
my imagination so wild
I think beyond space and time
My 4-D dreams
In my 3-D room
Clustered on a 2-D page
Two double shots of espresso
And a pair of dark empty eyes
Is that how insomnia looks?

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There are days when
Chaos returns to reclaim
Its place
When fluttering feathers
Of hope forgets to perch
in my soul
When let her go by pasenger
Makes more sense than ever before
On these days poets are finally
Honoured in silence
Their words are felt deep
Drenched in pain
And ceilings are gazed
For hours too long
With memories flashing
Deep engraved.
On these dull monotonous days
Poems are born out of
My lamenting soul.

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My frappe your latte

Hollering past the gates of your closed estate
Your whispers echo in vicinity
Like sizzling hot platter on a
winter morning.
I draw hearts in the fog emanating
above temptation.
With my frappe your latte
and our lukewarm kisses.

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My words breathing ink
drenched in love
Shall bestow on souls
troubled.
They shall suffice the pain
Of a lamenting soul
over a body.
And the verse they kiss to form
Shall become plumage for
someone's diary
Or someone's last goodbye
It shall bless the ears of those who
Careth of thee love.

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Shooting stars
Aren't awaited
Cause i asked for
Love
While it left a
crater.

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After encounter with a sweet moment
That really moves me
I need two minutes of silense
To reminisce
To learn

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Dear insecurities
//In caption//

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yesterday it was a wet pillow
But today its a happy mind
With a wet lap

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words kiss each other to form a sentence
A sentence doesn't sounds right
If their noses strike
Jumbled it falls apart
Getting no place in the paragraph

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Poems aren't written
It just goes running in the sky
Waiting for a hand to push it
Inside a diary
But it comes with patience
So i stand under the azure sky
With an ever open diary
Waiting for a white pigeon
To drop down a poem

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