How I wish I had a flower, everytime I desired you in my heart, that I can choose to live in my own garden, of love that lasts like scented flowers.

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January 1, 2021; 23:23

Mornings spent loving you,
Nights spent making love to you--
An era has touched horizon.
Love is still alive,
Everything has slowly faded.
Mornings crave to love you,
Nights yearn to make love to you--
Desires remain unsated.
Evening unites us!
Giving us reasons to grow apart.
Yet we hold on,
Until dawn dawns everyday
Carrying same longings.

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Log kya kahte hai
Agar ye bhi aap kahoge
To log kya kahenge...😅

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i bury
all my longings
in the spaces
between my fingers.
now, nothing more than that
is left to be forgotten
amidst of the pains
that i hide in my dried eyes.
with each gulp
i swallow down my throat
is a story untold,
of miseries of melancholy
and the stars in my veins
feel nostalgic
to bleed in blue or red
the unheard whims
of your sugarcoated lies.
i wish to empty myself again
to refill my veins
with divine truth
and a jointed heart
which will not be anymore,
unstable like the dandelions
which shatter in a single blow.

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I N S O M N I A

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अहसास का भीगना भी जरूरी है गम की बारिशों में,
जलना होता है इक अरसे चाहत की लौ बनकर!!

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Just come back



As the creepy lizard that patrols my walls,
as the clanking of utensils in my kitchen,
as the shimmering fireflies
or a slit of moonlight
peeking in through my windows at night,
as the pillow I clutch hard when in fright,
as the bird cooing every morning
on my neighbouring tree,
as a ritual handed down through generations,
— % &as a paper plane flying into my room
flung by a giggling child outside,
as a new toy car gifted to my little son,
as foam building up when my clothes spin
when the soap is rubbed
or when utensils are cleaned,
as a burn scar on my hand
that appears in a moment and stays for years,
as an unexplainable bulge on the shoulder,— % &as a new file downloaded into my mobile folder,
as an adamant pimple on my cheek
refusing to leave,
as a stubborn stain on my clothes
refusing to fade,
as silent sobs my pillow hears at night,
as a new song that I hum all day,
as sudden downpour in May,

as whatever you want -
just come back. — % &

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Every night the waves dance
to the rhythm of moon.
And my pen writes our story.
While both of us long to consume
The love we cannot reach to.

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"Why haven't you been able to forget her?"

"Maybe, it's not about her anymore.
It's the person she brought out in me, when we were together.

Maybe it's about the feelings she evoked,
That is why life feels shallow without her."

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You talk a lot about love
I think it has left you with longings..

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