Your Thoughts

If I have my way,
every night I will sleep with your thoughts,
deeply drenched in the splendor of love,
and when I will break my long winding repose,
smiling and drenched in your opulent yore,
our grandeur allegory,
will beam through the dawn lit skies,
screaming silently our palatial tales
through the dancing agog of my gleaming eyes

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You Define Me

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Have you seen the birds chirping with no purpose,
Hopping from tree to tree like free souls?

Or looked up in the sky with spiral eyes,
Forming imaginary shapes through the array of clouds.

Have you lately sung at the top of your voice,
Elated as if you have conquered the world?

That’s how I feel every time we bond,
Stating that you are in my thoughts is an understatement,
for you define my very worth 

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Desire To Achieve

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Age is a Number

Age is relative depending on who you ask. For a teenager, late twenties is considered old and for people in thirties forties is deemed young 😊

PS: Pun intended

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Unattainable desires

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As I was reading her mind a wicked smile crossed my lips. Despite the constraints, the wilderness, and the unfathomable possibilities my heart said, “you fit well in the scheme of my dreams.”

There were no words to bridge the vacuum, not an iota of distraction, but an unspoken imagination silently taking the shape of reality. The eerie strangely was a welcome change from the otherwise chaotic cacophony web of worldly distractions.

Then she stood up breaking the wielded dichotomy dissolving in the morning mist leaving her shadow behind for a mystery to be resolved.

I leaped in bewilderment with a hope to get her sight, one clue to comfort my anxiety. But an untold story is what I was left with. And I stood there restless – she was nowhere to be seen but her fragrance was still lingering long past her departure.

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Her Reminiscence

I took shelter in my solitude
to escape those miscreant thoughts and her perilous stare

So, I embarked my journey in seclusion
to seek some inspiration,
and to discover my lost self,
but even in such desolate moor
where no one but me existed,
I remained bereft
despondent and bereaved
for no matter where I went,
I couldn’t escape her reminiscence

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Escape the Illusion

Abrade the layers of soot
that you invariably wear
from those deceiving eyes

You may not be aware,
but you appear spurious
for illusion conceives images
that never exists,
you then live in a world
that you presumably conceive

So, clear your vision
before you dare to peep inside,
for the worldly mirage
only let you see some pleasant visage,
but the reality is far beneath the skin
have the courage to look within

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The Ruthless You

Why did you vanish,
without announcing and quietly
tip toeing with bare feet
leaving behind your obnoxious thoughts,
for my defiant mind to keep

And no matter how much I abstain,
you unceremoniously revisit,
encroaching every moment,
invading every space,
turning me insane
and leaving me entwined
in a labyrinth of hopeless deceive

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Old Knife

When you betrayed the first time
you cut like a knife,
there was gore,
heartbreaks and emotional pour

This time when you denounced again,
I was aghast,
baffled and indifferent
but not saddened

For, now your knife is old,
it had lost the shine,
all the sharpness and the grind,
and I am sorry to say
your betrayal doesn’t hurt anymore

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