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 Oct 2020 Shrika
Veritia Venandi
Once upon an asphalt road, under a starry sky and in the midst of a desert...

I was walking towards infinity...

And then as if from another dimension,
A stranger appeared on a familiar bicycle
With a face veiled like the darkness of the night...
And began to accompany my wandering soul...

We talked of all things that the heavens would permit,
And in a way that our sounds would forever leave behind their stains in the fabric of time...

He was neither a friend nor a foe, neither a kin nor a lover...

He was just  like what a page is for a poet, or a guitar for a musician...

A vessel for the unknown that I was to experience...

Once down the asphalt road under a starry sky...

On my journey towards the infinity...

I was glad atleast my heart was

That I had a stranger for company!
This poem is about a dream I saw...few months ago. And it was pretty weird. How our mind craves for somebody to understand us that sometimes even strangers seem to be enough!
Anyways, Thank you for reading this! :)❤
 Oct 2020 Shrika
julian
wait
 Oct 2020 Shrika
julian
some are desperate looking for love
and they seem to forget,
that they should love, not because they’re sad
- love is not just a simple thing, it’s a serious matter. It needs commitment and most especially, you should love yourself first before entering it. Don’t say you love a person when you still don’t know what love is :)

10/22/20
 Oct 2020 Shrika
Aparna
𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓞𝓻𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓶𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓼 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓮𝓶𝓫𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓵𝔂 𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓮𝓻,
𝔀𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓪𝓼𝓴 𝓱𝓲𝓶 𝓽𝓸 𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓾𝓹𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓰𝓲𝓻𝓵 𝓶𝓪𝓻𝓿𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓼𝓴𝔂?
[for you know how I long for summer]
 Oct 2020 Shrika
Brett
I’m not broken
I’m just a broken-hearted man
This cracked hourglass
Is running low on sand
Staring at the shores
Feeling miles away from land
Just crazy enough to follow
Grabbing darkness by her hand
Slipping in and out of sorrow
Never meeting my own demands
See, I’m not broken
But I’m hanging from a strand.
 Oct 2020 Shrika
Brett
A Wish
 Oct 2020 Shrika
Brett
I wish memories were crystal clear
Like motion pictures
Or double-sided mirrors
To the one looking outside in to all your fears

I wish love could light the fires
Wayward embers that ignite desire
Just a spark
To bring light to a corrupted heart

I wish we could live freely
Give us time to reconcile that life’s not easy
Without the rain
Where would the trees be

I wish for peace
But I can settle for hope
Only so many strands
We have left on this weathered rope
 Oct 2020 Shrika
Brett
If our love was a flower
Would it be wilted and dead?

If our love was a flower
Could morning rains breath life again?

If our love was a flower
I am the bee
Giving you what you want
Taking what I need

If our love was a flower
What color would you see?
I would see you
As beautiful as could be

If our love was flower
Would we be picked for a vase?
Or would we grow wild like the meadows on the plains?

If our love was a flower
I would water you right

If our love was a flower
You would be by my windowsill at night
So that at mornings birth you could be kissed by my sunlight
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