Your body is the easel
That wraps itself every day
In a canvas called blanket

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The Leftover Winter

I have two blankets: one warm, one warmer. On nights I sleep alone, I choose the latter. On nights you choose to sleep beside me, I realise the warm one isn’t warm enough.

You fall asleep soon after lying down, oblivious to my wakeful shivering. You hug me before sleeping but enjoy your space post that, much like I do, on most nights. But it’s a cold night. I sneak closer to you, trying my best not to disturb your fragile sleep. I come for the blanket but stay for you. Your warm arm flinches on the touch of my cold fingers. I retract and lie on my hands for a while. When I return, their temperature matches yours. Holding you, I sleep like a baby, hoping so do you.

You are not here the next night. I have the warmer blanket to myself. Yet I miss shivering and not having an excuse to crawl into your blanket. But it carries your smell, which makes it warmer still. I end up wrapping myself around it. Soon, I shiver and cover myself with the one that offers less warmth. I thank it all the same, because it lets me hold you. I cherish the leftover winter, wondering how I’d hold you when you are not here.

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We had a huge fight last night. And we were shouting at each other on the top of our lungs. Later, I left the bedroom and went to sleep on the sofa.

This morning,
I found myself covered with a blanket and the woman I married was sleeping peacefully on my chest.
She was a monster last night and look at her now,

"My Panda"

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Little did I know, that I was just a fascination chained in belief.
Tell me my love, do my words still have the power to uncover the blanket of your facination for one last time. I promise I'd make us last. In poetry and in reality.

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Dear Blanket




Full piece in the caption....

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Donate a Blanket & Save a life this winter.
(Read Caption)

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Let her
moans be
your
lullaby and
your kisses
be her
home to
sleep
peacefully
cuddling with
each other
under a
blanket
counting the
stars
and gazing it
from so
far...!!!

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His home was destroyed in war.
Others put a blanket ban on him.

Ultimately the ocean gave him a place to  sleep peacefully.

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सर्द तनहाइयाँ और तेरी यादों का कम्बल

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Let me crease those satin blankets
With my love, for once I would taste
Imperfection and perfectly get lost
In the abyss of your love
Play my fingers on your thighs
And it would sound as harmonium
In the rhythm of your ecstasy.


-The Ecstatic Pen

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