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  Jan 2018 Mayuri
Petrichor
Let me narrate you A STORY
it began with a girl
watching an apple closely.
Watching how the caterpillar
crawled it way,
eating all day.
She cut the apple in front of his face,
and watched him run away
(W H Y D I D'NT  H E S T A Y?)
but there is a twist in the story-
the apple was her heart,
while the caterpillar was him- gone.
The story ended with a ****** knife,
lying next to her long LOST smile.
Was I not good enough?//
  Jan 2018 Mayuri
Existential me
I love her.
No not ******* worldly,
But softly, purely , celestially.
Obsessively?
Not necessarily, just completely,
selfishly and I'm sorry.
I love her unconditionally, some say unconventionally.
But they don't understand me.
Yes...I love her.
Most spiritually, asexually, platonically and wholly.
I love her, truly, honestly, musically and poetically...
She doesn't have to love me.
Your looks may fade... my love shall not.
Mayuri Jan 2018
Rainbows and unicorns.
Love is a unicorn, a creature that does not exist.
The feeling just as the rainbow, lasts for a mere scene.
It is what it is.
Mayuri Jan 2018
She came as an angel
So selfless and divine
Showed me a world
Filled with sunshine
She brought this gleam
Of a million mornings
And spread her charm
Without any warnings
She showed me dreams
Dreams so fine
Taught me to live
And I took that as a sign.
The girl that pulled me out of the misery he left me in.

— The End —