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“You are nothing much. You are just a piece of my life, like every other people in my life is. You are just a part of it. But you are that piece who can make me laugh and cry at the same time. You are that beacon which sets my spirits on fire and at the same time douses my fury like an elixir. You are that piece with whom I can be cheesy right after being a red hot chilly. You are that piece who can make my tears taste smile. You are that piece who I wish to share my joys with and also run up to you with my sorrows.  And you are that piece whom I can get mad at but love at the same time. In short, you are nothing much…you are much more than what you think you are to me.”

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Remember the evening,

5th of October,

We watched the sun

Set by the waves.

And as the ocean stroke

Against the infinite horizon,

An enigmatic music echoed,

Began my new poetry.

 

Another month later,

By the snowy pines,

We watched the snowflakes

Rosettes and dendrites.

And as the leaves stroke,

Your hand brushed against mine,

I fumbled words

As you smiled.

 

And from winter came spring,

Breathing lives

To the sleepy and snowed,

I heard the music loud and clear,

And of my poem,

Three verses were near.

 

Then last night

I wrote one too,

By your bed side,

Watching you sleep,

As I silently whispered,

My confessions unheard.

 

Now I stand,

With tear drops

Under the rain.

With the clutter ended

My music abrupt.

But did my poetry?

 

And by your grave,

With my confessions unheard,

You still remain

My incomplete poetry.

Musings: #3

There’s this thing about love: it plays around possibilities. The possibilities being: it can take you to cloud nine; it can make you feel special, often as though you were the only one existing on earth and it can also hurt. And when it hurts, it’s almost akin to being left at the Mariana Trench with boulders tied to your feet. What are funny are the transitions. Well, do you believe in phases? Love is a phase. It can last for as short as a day or infinity.

 

Anniversary 2017

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Five years and counting…Happy Anniversary “When the Heart Speaks”…

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It melts in your mouth… 

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