
Dried conversations in faded memories.
Gazing at the skies, I doze away on a sultry dusk
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Dried conversations in faded memories.
Gazing at the skies, I doze away on a sultry dusk
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Running in haste for that last boat, I chanced upon a sudden glimpse.
Moss on the wall, setting sun from a wounded roof, ..
A Portrait.
Engulfed in it,I begin to trace you…
The creation and the creator.
I know not how to savour this beauty.
My greed says, make it a memory.. lest it fades away..
My soul says..
calm…
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Stillness. Storm. Shores drowned in Ocean. Tide after tide, will raft till I retire. Delay my boat, but do not deny. The sinking sands, The stable seas.
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What is real and what is not?
We are nothing but a divided mind
One buried in rules,
two souls, tearing to unite
Burnt in flame, Quenched by steam.
In the end,
It’s a life unlived.
An APOLOGY.
Lost. Ignored.
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Walking into those meadows, stretching my arms to you,
I yearn for a steady glimpse, to hold and embrace you.
Share your wings and let me fly
For that sight of the world with your eye.
I stitched these arms and made them wings
Tucked my feet and made the leap,
A long flight, truly it is.
To the end of life,…
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At the Dawn. End of the Dusk.
A wait for the one that never comes.
for all the living years..
do I fill the wounds or make new ones?
Bit by bit…
The sheen is lost, while its heart breaks.
These red bangles.
Your reminiscences. My only remains.
I hang my beliefs,I chain my freedom. I fasten the door. I loosen my will I search for you, as I lock you within. My dwelling. My key. A lock that unlocks me.
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I flip an old album. Torn and faded.
I journey through spaces, emotions sublime.
My Memories. Frozen in time.
A smile. A sigh. A tear in my eye.
I hold it close, did I realize?
The Album comes to an end
As silence silences around
This is my treasure.
An old album of mine.
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