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Jun 2020 · 159
The far away I go
I look back and miss my home
Not just the four walls I lived in
But those wrong letters I drew.
Where the pictures of my childhood hung
And the place where I first stepped

Home is where attachment lies
And the memories reunite.
Good or bad , the days we spent there
Crawling on the ground to be sitting in a wheelchair
The home saw so much

I used to fall down and rose
Those floors knew my step
Those roof knew my aim

I once built a dollhouse and called it a home
Now that I'm old I know what makes a house a home.
My home ♡
Dec 2019 · 196
The summer we met
I drowsed on the black floors
Of my mind's whine despair
Muddled in my dreams
Persisting in fondled baggage
Baggage of this cruel world

Fragment of its insane voice
Yet penetrated in my beaming world
In those shades of deplored nights
Hands sticked to each other
Dark yet vivid it was
The summer we met
My inner voice is speaking to me,
telling me to give up
On all the paranoid things that has been happening.
Feels like I'm a feather
Left upon to drop
But the wind is stubborn
not letting me to be in the place I'm supposed to.
I'm struggling ,suffering
But incapable.
Incapable of being my own,
And to be, where I should.
Feels like I'm a feather.
Mar 2019 · 223
It took me years
Took me years to hold you around
Assuring the best I could
You merely counted that passion of mine.
Demur of what all I devoted to you.
It took me years!
Mar 2019 · 383
Unhappy in love
We all are somehow unhappy in love
One way or the other
We live in a generation where lust takes place instead of love.
They say ‘Where there is love , there is pain’.
But is it really love , when it gives you so much of pain?
Love is an assorted feeling.
That feeling which can be felt only by a few, those who realises it.
And those who know how to bear it.
Love doesn’t mean sacrifice, you only reach at a point, where you have to chose between leaving that person or to sacrifice something for him/her.
Love gives you a blissful smile , a magical feeling. But the person who gives you pain and betrayal isn’t the right person for you.
There are plenty of fish in the sea. Then why to run after the one who’s choking you?
It’s rather difficult to find the right person, but waiting is a good answer to it.
There’s always one made for you , Waiting eagerly.
Unhappy in love !!
The fire is burning within me
Unable to drawn out
Unable to elude.
It’s getting evil
With all your annoyance.
And I’m crying out loud
Seeking for your presence,
Part of me wants to destroy you
And a part of me wants you back.
I’m lost in the path of love,
And no more halcyon.
I’m screaming out your name thunderously
In the desire of your presence.
Retrieving all our boneheaded conversations
Thinking what kind of squander I was doing.
I’m preoccupied by telling myself
Not to give you an opportunity
To break my heart again.
As I’m taken away from all your botheration  towards me.
Well ,There’s so much of me inside
Which you left undiscovered.
Perhaps you were never curious for me.
And I was being the one running after you constantly.
And keeping you firm with me.  
But now.
I’m dying
I’m hurt.
You’re diligent in watering
Someone else’s flower.
The fire is burning within me!
Mar 2019 · 815
That love!
That love which once made me feel comely like a petal.
Is now the same love , bruising me with its thorns.
That love!!
Loved you when you were broke
Eased you when you were sore.
Existed through all the infliction
To make you an addiction.

Too solicitous to behold you
Well that’s the path I’ve travelled through.
Endured enough with utmost tolerance
That I Can ever take your absence.
Loved you when you were broke!!
Feb 2019 · 550
I’m aroused by your love.
I’m so aroused
By the love of yours.
The love which makes me elated
Every single day I witness you.

I’ve kept you in my heart,
I visualise you in my dreams
As if I’ve endured every bit of it.

No matter how distant or adjacent
You’re to me.
I’ll always be the one
Loving you insanely and unconditionally.
I’m aroused by your love!
Feb 2019 · 459
Winter is leaving.
Winter is leaving
And the breeze has become lazy
The frost is becoming lukewarm
The winter apparel’s are getting vacated,
The closet is being revived.
The birds are approaching,
To their old habitation.
The bonfires are no more required
To make us warm.
Winter’s leaving!
Feb 2019 · 247
I look up in the sky.
I look up in the sky
I see a moon
Accompanied with million of stars,
I wonder the sky
Who binds them all.
The moon having
The most pock.
Is still so resplendent.
The stars that flicker
For like a zillion times
We still can’t get our eyes off them.
The most fine looking sky
Changes it colours
For the most often time of the day
Can anyone even miss that splendid time?
The pleasant beauty
They behold
By accompanying each other
Together for like ever.
Such peaceful ambiance it makes
To sit and cerebrate.
A romantic night for the lovers
And an opportunity for the poets.
I look up in the sky.
Feb 2019 · 425
The night life
The night,
Peaceful and calm,
A music in itself,
Moon aglow
Stars flicker.
That’s the
Time to escape
And cerebrate.
Feb 2019 · 353
The mountains
The place,
Where the clouds
Meet the mountains
The vista of it ,
To get lost within
Its euphony,
The higher
And higher
It is
The more beauteous
It becomes
Times wrath
To be infrangible
Feb 2019 · 326
I wonder
I wonder
And I repent the retention.

There was a bunch
And we couldn’t even pore on one.

There was fleeting of time
As It was too abrupt.

I wish we had more
To hash out all our thoughts.
What’s my life
Without you?
I wonder
I rue.
If I pave
a path
How can I go
In there?
It seems
Like you’re
always here.
I’m concealed.
I feel
Your warmth
Your tenderness
Towards me.
How can I live
In a life
When you’re
Not in it?
Even today
I can feel
Your smell,
Your warmth presence
Around me.
The way
You used to comfort me
Behold me,
Handle me.
Which now seems
Completely unreal.
It constantly feels
Like you’re
with me.
Sitting on that
Same couch
Where we used to chat
For all the day long.
Watching together
Our favourite sitcom.
I perpetually feel
You’re calling me.
In the same phone
We used to speak
For hours and hours.
By blushing,
And Laughing.
I still feel like
We’re hanging out
With each other
In the same place
Where we first met.
The fragrance
Of which
Still lies in my nostrils.
I feel like
An absolute fool
Whenever I cogitate
About us.
I wish
We had more
To hash out
Our thoughts.  
You never turned back
Not even once
When you left.
So how am I supposed to bring you back in the same life where we once used to carve our own little stories?
I do!

— The End —