Old habits

I got too close to you I was drawn towards you like a moth to a flame My fingers were itching to touch you to feel your shiny existence I got too close to you close enough to feel the warmth of your simmering soul but then instead of feeling the cozy warm lingering sensation …

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The language of love

How do you define the language of love?

Boomerang

You push me to the edge and bring me back like a boomerang I keep coming back to you self-oscillating between  the realms of dreams and reality I keep looking for fragments hidden everywhere of you shreds of reality dig deep into my soul carving the image of my forlorn love maybe if you stretch my …

Next Time

Inspired by the sudden downpour and the beautiful weather which opens up after the rains, I wrote this poem. Hope you enjoy this poem. Please share your thoughts in the comments section. "So I wait for you like a lonely house till you will see me again and live in me. Till then my windows …

Cascading truth

“A lie that is half-truth is the darkest of all lies.” ― Alfred Tennyson Cascading truth tucked and compressed buried under the dearth of lies And layers and layers of false reasoning I couldn't find my way out through this pile This swamp of lies angst and pain This quagmire of broken dreams Is taking …

Puzzled

You left me puzzled confused and bedazzled by all the questions you had for me; I was left wondering in my deep heart how the memories of my sunken past was so significant to thee; Confused and irritated and believing in the love I confined it all; You seemed so agitated as you had no past …

Putty

“Even the most beautiful of the stars are taken for granted night after night.” ― Veronika Jensen My heart is  broken, smashed, squelched countless times broken, shattered, splintered  in million pieces it has suffered enough no amount of assurance  and a lesson in life  can keep it  from  shredding, tearing, breaking How do you survive? you ask, …