Tag Archives: pensive

Nostalgic Vibes

The charm from the yore never fails to bring the warmth in my soul even if our love perished in the folds of perturbations and societal norms

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Hope

Hope is the most bizarre thing I have ever encountered, for right when you give up the desire to chase hope, it shows right up. And often in that hope, an entire eternity is lost

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An Urge

Many a time when your thoughts fill me up to the brim
when the eyes fail to hold the ostensible smile anymore,
when the heart cannot keep an empty nest
during such time I lose all reasoning
and despite all the promises I made to the self
I desire to reach for you,
to hold you abut and ask you one last time
whether you feel the same pang,
do you still miss my touch,
my words, my proses, my poems, our stories,
if not always, maybe just once in a while

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Enigma

And when the evening shadows
tiptoed into my heart,

While I was rocking on my armchair
reminiscing all alone,
Assimilating thoughts,
comprehending my world of dreams

right at that moment your thoughts invaded my world,
leaving me desirous and restless

though convoluted
yet it displayed a mesmerizing sheen
like some juxtaposition of emotions
and myriad tales of occult with gleam

and like every time I asked your aberrant presence
why did you leave behind your troubling impressions for me to keep

She didn’t answer
and now I am left confused
unsure how to solve this enigma called you

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Unrequited Love

The heart that can spot a pensive smile from million cheerful eyes, is the heart that has deeply experienced the ebbs and flow of unrequited love

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Warmth

The only warmth I feel in the coldness of the northern gelid airs is the presence of your reminiscence

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Miscreant Thoughts

In the blithe of the joyous moments I am often left with a bout of melancholy, for your absence crowds my mind, and you seldom give me respite.

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Transpose

And I look at the feathery snow slowly turning to sleet, the white texture gradually turning to grayish shades of obscure and the scarlet skies turning pewter in some momentary flash. And in the midst of this nature’s caper, the sudden transpose from bright yellow to nothingness reminds me of you, for you are no different, morphing from a heart beaming with love to some ashen callous spur all happening in a trice

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Sarcasm?

I must applaud your relentless effort, for you callousness has succeeded in driving your thoughts away from a loving mind

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Half Written Story

The story that we so passionately weaved has become a reminiscence from distance yore. So far I have not mustered enough courage to flip through the leaves of our half-written story, for I know it will wear your fragrance, displaying the impression of our love-drenched tales, and the charm of our scintillating past. No matter how defiant I train my soul to be, and how brave I may appear, when your name echoes my eyes often become moist. And now, to avoid the desirous juncture of emotional barrage I keep our yarn to cherish from yonder and in doing so, often I pass a pensive smile

Story of a passionate dolt

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