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You looked me in the eye
And said you loved
And I guess what I saw
In your eyes was nothing
But just the truth.

In just a span of a year
We weaved dreams of our own
Of building our fantasy into reality
And I guess all I did
Was just believe that
Your eyes could never lie.

But soon all of the sunshine
You showed my eyes
Were drifted away
By rain and hail
And amidst the snow clad meadows
I search but you
And the dreams you’d shown
Are out of sight.

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I won’t lie, but yes
I do miss you,
I miss you on days
When the rain strikes on our bedroom window
And the wind threatens to break open the glass,
You running into the room
Barefoot, in your boxers
Steaming cups of ginger tea and plateful of pakoras
In your hand,
And we both would watch the rain
Through the night, till the morning.
On days when the snow sticks to the ground
But in our icy cold indoors
We would both be warm
Huddled in each other’s embrace.
When the bright yellow flowerets
Of Amaltus, festoons our balcony,
You plucking a few for the vase on my table.

But then again I’m reminded
Of those rainy days
When the water sprayed on our bedroom floor
For you weren’t there to lock the window,
The cold on the side of your bed
Colder than our frozen indoors
The branches of the Amaltus tree
You chopped off for they
Ceased to bloom,
Not any more,
All of this because you didn’t want to be home,
All because of my barren womb.

If only you had waited
a year longer.

PC: Instagram

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//champagne kisses//

‘to the love that shall always thrive’

  • You toasted the day we tied our wedlock
    Over a glass of sparkling, golden champagne.
    With our lips glazed with the wine
    It’s lavish taste lingering in our mouths
    We began our forever with a champagne kiss:
    ‘to the love that shall always thrive’

But the taste of this sweet wine wears off,
Easy as its intoxication
The bubbles rise
And fall to an abrupt plop
With just the remnants of its taste
Dawdling in my lips
‘to the love that shall always thrive’

  • That was over our champagne kiss.

PC: Instagram

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/Unplanned love/

You came as a waft of shiuli
In the blaring sun
An unplanned cool autumn
In the heat of summer.

Soon your calming breeze
Brought tranquil to my restless soul
And the mellow fragrance
Teased at my nostrils.

Your beauty in simplicity
Brought a new meaning to my life
In shades of white and orange
You brought love into my life.

But would you be the one
Lasting only the autumn,
Leaving me alone in the cold of winter?
Or would you walk with me
Lasting an eternity?

PC: instagram

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Dear Love,

By the time you find my note/ Half of your wardrobe would be empty/ One pretzel less in the jar/ Half of the flowers in the vase withered/ The photoframe that captured our seraphic smiles absent from the coffee table/The dishes in the sink all done/ The bed made and all of my strewn poems on the floor tidied/ You wouldn’t find the birds in the cage/ And the hamsters would’ve run away/ All of the curtains in my room changed to your favorite blue.
But don’t worry your room is still a safe haven / Your files all stacked up/ Your guitar sits on the club chair by the window where you write songs for her / And the wrist watch I gifted you on your birthday locked up in your secret drawer.
Like all of the halves I’ve taken with me, I’m taking just half of my heart/ And none of my love for you/ It’s yours/ And it shall stay with you/ Even if we’re continents apart.


From,
Someone you never cared about.

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We are the perfectly weird couple,
The magical reality of my teenage dreams,
Dancing in the rain, eating cotton candies on Ferris wheel,
Kissing each other in the middle of a fight,
Laughing like idiots on our wedding night,
In all of these madness, we’re partners in crime,
In all of these madness, our love comes alive.

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My soul won’t rest
Until all of her scars heal
As she teaches herself to forgive
Of the flaws she ever had.
My soul won’t rest
Until she learns to love
Herself like the way
You never did.

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When you invited her home
and I didn’t smile,
you poured her a glass
of wine over dinner
and your glasses clinked
in front of my eyes,
That’s how my broken heart sounded.
Your voice echoing
through our living room,
as you hurled abuses at me
called me a disgrace to you
and your family,
That’s how my broken heart sounded.
The resounded slap
across my face,
when you came home drunk
and the whack on your head
when I pushed you back,
That’s how my broken heart sounded.
As I covered my bruises
with foundation and veiled
my tears with black sunshields,
I wailed in the bathroom
packing my bags,
That’s how my broken heart sounded.
One year later as my
phone buzzed on the table,
you called and I didn’t lift
a finger to pick it up,
That’s how my broken heart sounded.

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I see us waking up on bed
Smiling at our good morning.

I see us making pancakes for breakfast
Kissing as we leave for the day.

I see you running in my arms in the evening
As I wait for you at the dinner table.

I see you caring me to bed
As we caress each others wound.

When I see you
I see our future,

A future I wish was true
A future – our happily ever after.

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