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Why I Write

I write,
for my thoughts to be around,
lingering in people’s mind
long after I am gone,
and my scripts,
lost under the dust
of some forgotten tome,
for someone to discover,
those raw emotions,
vivid in front of their eyes
even when years have passed by

I write,
with the hope that
after my departure from this world
my verses will be cherished,
maybe it will inspire a few,
or it will leave someone
with a thought to ponder or two

I write,
with the hope my words
maybe sometime in the future
will be read by some terrestrial beings
to understand how perplex humans emotions are
and despite all the mayhem around
how the vibrant soul never gives up

I write
for I want imaginations to leap,
liberating the mind
and igniting views from deep within,
I write for awareness,
I write for peace,
I write to instill humility,
I write to give encouragement,
and above all,
I write for love

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Escape

If I can hold her close to my chest,
squeezing every bit,
till there is not even an iota of space left,
and when the warmth of my soul
ignite her to the core
burning away all the lurking shadows from her life,
no words spoken,
no resentment to explain
the cage, the confinement melting away
and she frees her winded clipped wings
to soar away and fly

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Don’t Judge

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The Spark

The walls,
tall and dark,
covered with mosses with slime marks,
raised over time brick by brick,
arresting her thoughts confined to a dungeon,
throwing her to oblivion,
reduced to exist,
and now she was a loner,
a ruptured soul,
draped in a shroud of nihility

And her opinions
hammered over time,
often drawing her to some pretend emotional rathole,
or imposed threats to oblige his ways,
and if any trifle residue
of her views lingered around,
he crushed it under his boot
writing off her presence,
as if she was some withering dry maple leaves
awaiting to be crumpled and bereaved

And her smile
that was once golden,
now hiding behind her deceptive eyes,
for her happiness was forced to assume new meaning,
contrived like a shadow of his blemish desires,
and all her wishes,
her aspirations,
her grit rumpled
under the pretext of his love

She resigned to her fate,
assumed the storm would never abate,
she smiled but without charm,
despite being perilous she was disarmed,
now her dreams were nothing but shades of gray,
her aspirations were shattered and hopes disarrayed

But then one day she noticed
a small crack on the wall
she peeped out with curiosity
and saw some shimmering light
in the dawn blithe
she felt a soothing breeze
an eye in the light
a glow within her heart

Before she could comprehend
what was in her sight,
he waved at her relentlessly
wearing a beguile smile,
their eyes met through the tiny opening in the wall,
there were sparks in their heart
in that moment of trice

And through that diminutive opening
he gave her hope,
he taught her to smile,
he coaxed her to love,
and though the words between them
were reduced to a few,
the endearment they found was refreshing and renewed

And with such beliefs standing by her side,
she escaped all barriers,
broke all predicament,
and shed away all the miscreant signs
now no one dared to hold her,
for she nurtured a rebellious mind

For her to beacon the world
screaming with joy and pride,
all she needed was a gentle nudge,
to look through that aberrant opening,
to earn back her lost strides

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Your Worth

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His Resentment

He wondered,
what if he shows her his heart,
bare without any shield
raw and bleeding
for her to feel the nerves
pulsating with her name on it

Will she recoil?
and vanish in an abyss
wearing a veil
and will he fail to see her again like before
and if he somehow meanders the serpentine labyrinth ways,
that she has put in between,
will he be able to crawl his way into her world,
rescuing her sinking heart and his rustic soul

Living in such predicament
he braided his thoughts
while she carried a diminishing hope
in her doe-shaped eyes

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Defiant Heart

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Serendipity

He brandished his deviant self,
wearing the carefree stance in his queer smile
and assumed her presence
to be nothing but a serendipity

He liked her transient presence,
her pleasing aura,
her powerful words,
and everything she said or chose not to spell

He adored the occasional silence she assumed laced with eagerness,
and the soulful smiles oozing from her blurry words,
the relentless tease she mischievously played interest him more
and all the ditched emotions
trickling down too often in some uncanny descend

But despite such strong truss
he chose to offer a deaf ear,
convincing his miscreant heart,
for she was a friend at last,
though she was like a soothing breeze,
and felt like a desire to keep,
he saw her like a knoll
and from a distance,
he cherished her,
but dared not to breach the line

He didn’t know,
but he was discovering her slowly one leaf at a time
and every occasion he peeled a layer
he was astounded to learn
what she nurtured within

They may call it platonic
but their eyes, words, heart, soul yearn for each other more with the passing time.

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Break Free

No alluring words,
no enticing verse,
no dazzling rhymes,
no charming prose,
nothing was ever needed to accost his belief,
for he was in awe with her silence

And though she held back with all her might,
the unspoken words,
and the suppressed thoughts,
yet she couldn’t resist to break free
from her ostensible life

And like the dawn skies on the faraway horizon,
her countenance painted crimson red,
with a hint of some cerulean blue,
shedding away the darkness,
held by the long standing night

And it didn’t matter
what forces were in play,
what chains tried to restrain,
the longing surged and liberated
from the entwined grip of the vicious trite
and she soared,
with wings spread wide,
and dreams of tomorrow shining vivid and bright

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Her Enigmatic Scrawl

She said the most beautiful words
thoughts that were carefully contrived
one word at a time
with care and love
and she presented it with
utmost endearment and candor
pouring her heart out
brimming with myriad shades of emotions

He knew she wrote it for him
she knew he was eager to know
but she wouldn’t tell
and with a recherché smile
she left it for him to discern
hung in some enigmatic scrawl

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