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neither a friend
nor an enemy;
we are two strangers
with some same set of memories.
For now we act like we don't know each other, strangers from then...
Lieke Aug 2019
The wave of hungry winter has arrived
My palms are still stained warm
Although the air remains sweet
No breath left to taste it with

I search sky and ground
All there’s left are shriveled dead crumbs
I fall into stage ****** drowning in desperation
Craving just one small juicy bite

I want to escape this void
Enhance time to blow everything away
My last remaining flame is choking in absence
Dear love, please set me free
19 August, 2019
Himanshi Mar 2014
Set sail on a clear day
at dawn, my love boat.
Facing the enormity of the seas
light waves, soft against the hull
pushing forward .

Coy observer,
of the seas that meet ,
bestowing their souls
to the ocean.

Reluctant, hesitant
shying away, blushing red
as she sees the ocean
now open his arms to her.

Took slow steps into the
fathomage of the ocean
showed her brazen self to him
And flew away the cloak
that bounded her screaming soul.
One ghastly day,
a storm broke through,
it broke the hearty ocean.
And went away all the seas,
leaving the boat deserted.

Waves got higher and stronger
hitting the stern every minute.
didn't topple, the love boat
the mast ,still saving her.

And days from then,
the boat still sailed,
in the wide wide ocean.
No island in sight, but
stood strong with waves
in its favor.
Sailing, just sailing, My Love Boat.

— The End —