idioticwanderer - Hello Poetry

A separation it would be, worth of a thousand lifetimes, *will meet again and again and fall in love with our different selves.*

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Jan 24, 2016

Jan 24, 2016 at 1:28 PM UTC

Colourful tragedy

A separation it would be, worth of a thousand lifetimes, *will meet again and again and fall in love with our different selves.*

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Like two feet, we are, Alone we both are. in search of enlightenment, I burn I exhale. I inhale you therefore I continue... life’s footsteps pacing towards nothingness A long pause, just here and there. can hear the heartbeats not in sync like before. its running faster… trying to escape…louder...thirsty...hungry Insecure bird. fear to fly, resting in the nest.

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Jan 24, 2016

Jan 24, 2016 at 1:20 PM UTC

Shaking Minarets.

Like two feet, we are, Alone we both are. in search of enlightenment, I burn I exhale. I inhale you therefore I continue... life’s footsteps pacing towards nothingness A long pause, just here and there. can hear the heartbeats not in sync like before. its running faster… trying to escape…louder...thirsty...hungry Insecure bird. fear to fly, resting in the nest.

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**I wish not to be your bride, instead your pride.**

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Jan 20, 2016

Jan 20, 2016 at 5:00 PM UTC

A (10 words)

**I wish not to be your bride, instead your pride.**

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I wanted to preserve a bubble. Pop! Realisation pulled me through a tunnel, taking me away from my vague fantasies where are my black feathers? my wings? Is this an illusion? I thought I lost you. This is not the game we ought to play.

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Nov 30, 2015

Nov 30, 2015 at 7:21 PM UTC

Noxious

I wanted to preserve a bubble. Pop! Realisation pulled me through a tunnel, taking me away from my vague fantasies where are my black feathers? my wings? Is this an illusion? I thought I lost you. This is not the game we ought to play.

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Sometimes you share your wildest secrets to strangers, Oh love ! Can you become a stranger to me , again?

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Nov 30, 2015

Nov 30, 2015 at 7:18 PM UTC

Silence

Sometimes you share your wildest secrets to strangers, Oh love ! Can you become a stranger to me , again?

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I fear, Do I care less for you? Sometimes I feel am so involved loving you, that I forget u as an individual. I love you. Those tears drops at the edge of your eyes, are on a brim to break free and flow, am I the dam? your soul should deserve to someone who is more clean than me, less wounded , who can be your muse. Love cannot be static, I know. I wish to caress those wrinkled eyes and when we turn old, maybe. This uncertainty is inevitable. there are small nicks- knacks i want to share with you to grow together as you said. I fear I shouldn’t lose that baggage of experience and exposure I wish to wove with yours, to create a memorable tapestry of our love.

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Nov 30, 2015

Nov 30, 2015 at 7:15 PM UTC

Late night love letter

I fear, Do I care less for you? Sometimes I feel am so involved loving you, that I forget u as an individual. I love you. Those tears drops at the edge of your eyes, are on a brim to break free and flow, am I the dam? your soul should deserve to someone who is more clean than me, less wounded , who can be your muse. Love cannot be static, I know. I wish to caress those wrinkled eyes and when we turn old, maybe. This uncertainty is inevitable. there are small nicks- knacks i want to share with you to grow together as you said. I fear I shouldn’t lose that baggage of experience and exposure I wish to wove with yours, to create a memorable tapestry of our love.

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Made Love ? No. Oh lover! Just had *** with you .

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May 1, 2014

May 1, 2014 at 2:05 PM UTC

White Truth (10 W)

Made Love ? No. Oh lover! Just had *** with you .

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*Splashed ink, yellow pages, & black coffee. Lazy winter mornings I reminisce. Its hard to let it go behind. - Vivid Colourful flowers, fresh evergreen feelings & just me. Joyful Spring I am living now. Its hard to hold on to.*

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Apr 30, 2014

Apr 30, 2014 at 6:01 AM UTC

The 2 seasons.

*Splashed ink, yellow pages, & black coffee. Lazy winter mornings I reminisce. Its hard to let it go behind. - Vivid Colourful flowers, fresh evergreen feelings & just me. Joyful Spring I am living now. Its hard to hold on to.*

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सुलाए जो अरमान थे मैने अपने, जगाया ही क्यों? इच्छा थी यह तुम्हारी. फिर नज़र लगाया ही क्यों?

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Apr 22, 2014

Apr 22, 2014 at 4:03 AM UTC

क्यों?

सुलाए जो अरमान थे मैने अपने, जगाया ही क्यों? इच्छा थी यह तुम्हारी. फिर नज़र लगाया ही क्यों?

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Those marks on your skin is the proof of existence of my love, its not invisible at least like words coming out from your heart. Where are you? Am tired of searching you. Those dreams in my sleep is the proof of your existence being true,but why can't I see you? Am tired of searching your love.

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Apr 10, 2014

Apr 10, 2014 at 6:09 AM UTC

Am tired.

Those marks on your skin is the proof of existence of my love, its not invisible at least like words coming out from your heart. Where are you? Am tired of searching you. Those dreams in my sleep is the proof of your existence being true,but why can't I see you? Am tired of searching your love.

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