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Gaye Nov 2017
Perhaps, I have made peace with the truth that you finally gave up all your little zings and dug up a home, like everyone else we met in that city, boring and nowhere like those little pieces you drew on tissue papers.

All the flowers, honey and sleep that you spat on my face has finally returned to you, because I have made peace with you, because I have reached home too.
Gaye Aug 2017
There is enough everyone has done to explain certain things that still doesn't make any sense to me, but moments like these, I just sit under an umbrella and hum my grandmother's songs.
I have a feeling that I am going to later regret this.
Gaye Aug 2017
Your generation is full of pillows that need hugs,
Come here, congratulations, you finally made it!
Gaye Jul 2017
*******, I have never seen those eyes
But you are my 42, meaning and universe
The dog, a room, few chilies and some strange-
Men! I need more, more of everything.
Gaye Mar 2017
Serious days, break down and slide through me,
I have been thinking that I won't make it to the -
The day my letters finally reach your standing desk
But hey, I surprise myself these days, poems are home.
Gaye Feb 2017
I can't believe that every freakin day I wake up thinking of those circles and go back to bed late night getting somewhere lost inside those comic strips. It has always been there at the back of my head for the past few years, but when it started to bite my conscience, I began to solve the puzzle, little every day. These days I sit in the library, stare at my computer screen, deduct lanes, find faces, trace stores and calculate the kilometres that my mind travels in a minute. It makes me high somewhere and trust me, technology amuses me every time I crack one little clue and reaches one step ahead in solving my mystery. Yesterday night, I was watching NASA's live announcement on the discovery of seven earth sized planets and for a moment I thought what if my mystery fell right out of Tardis. Who knows.
Gaye Feb 2017
To?
Once upon a time people 'mailed children',
I was imagining me inside a postman's bag
And travelling to your city,
I would have self-posted me
To which address?
Maybe to your university.
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