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And in that brief second:

Thestillness around us

Muffled under a blanket of chaos,

And like a person hypnotized at the count of three

In that brief second, I lived for an eternity.

In bleak Winter evenings when my hands turn cold

And the wood that framed our picture becomes old;

Will you forgive me for losing a diamond, when I was looking for gold?

Or will you hate yourself for the times you spent, now that our love is sold?

If

Your love

For me is as vast as

The sea. Then jumping into it

Would make me

Holy.

Your words curled around my fingers,

Like an icy branch of ivy craving for love

And like a tree trunk, bent with age

I listened to your elegy

Marked with sudden epiphany and lingering grievances;

Wouldn’t look me in the eyes, you spoke of your weaknesses

Often pressing the finger that held your garnet

While I smiled inwardly, thinking you’re the bravest man I’d ever met.

Why would you be afraid of your own shadow?

Your lone companion when you are feeling low.

Why break the one thing you love so?

Why stop, when beautiful things come slow?

I write poetries in all seasons

And prose for all reasons;

So, if my eyes cannot enunciate,

Are my words enough?

Grounded since young, wanted to break free

Broken strings of scruples and debris

Master of what I got to wear,

Not of my mind, words and actions; I fear

That I will only smile when I’ll blend with the earth

And intermingle with the one I never got to see,

The one who gave me birth.

You look down upon me, and loathe on having to call my name

But don’t you realize?

We both think we are different, which makes us the same.

#Stop child labour

And often whilst we dance in circles

To never-ending music, the spirits play

Your face stern,

And in a brief second, one can learn

That you’re a man of veracity

Peering at the human language,

As if filled with crudity.

But the way you held my hand, slender

I felt something so tender

And on knowing so, your eyes spoke to me:

Darlin’, of my world you aren’t a part

Yet, you fascinate me but why, I cannot tell

So, let me hold your hand a second more before we kiss farewell.

The stars shine brighter when I look them in your eyes. They hold a universe Galileo couldn’t unearth. And when I saw my reflection in those orbs, the stars around my frail silhouette made me feel beautiful tonight.

Notice me,

Even if it is just for a while

Or perhaps smile at me when you see me walk by.

A wishful thinker I’ve always been;

But who is going to tell me, that I’m not the verses

You are reading, but the

Empty spaces in between?

I am like a flower plucked on a warm Summer evening and left to wilt on a pile of dust, only to be picked up by someone. He kept me between the pages of his favourite book. The ink with which he wrote the annotations, leaving a mark on my skin like a tattoo you always wanted when you were a teen. And somewhere within the hollow parts of me, I knew that I’d be staying a little longer until the pages turn yellow, the words disappear from the crust and my crumbles meet the dust…yet, again.

But I stay, needless to say,

For I am a people-pleaser;

Will lend them my limbs and bones to complete their museum

And suffer alone until breathing gets easier.

A night of thunder storm n I sit beside my window talking with a friend …..

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This is a introduction post that I never thought would turn out this … That I’ll create just another fragile piece of my heart ……

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Oh, I miss you even though you don’t exist.

“One reads poetry because he is a member of the human race, and the human race is filled with passion! Medicine, law, banking- these are necessary to sustain life. But poetry, romance, love, beauty? These are what we stay alive for!” Dead Poets Society