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Speak to me
Tell me your stories
Engage me in your world
About your fails and your glories

Confide in me
Tell me your sorrows
Let me empathise with you
Share your woes

Laugh with me
Tell me your jokes
Heartily, I will burst into laughters
Tickle my funny bone

Bring me to your past
Talk about your present
Fly me into your future
I share mine too, and I will listen

*Come be with me
In this little bubble
For our conversation
Seems like it could last...

...forever
Personally, I think good conversations are really ****.
I could not ignore
anymore
the voices inside my head
who calls my name
and things they said

They target my insecurities
they show me pity
They know where it hurts more
and these voices , they echo
and it becomes , too much to endure

They feed on my sadness
they do love to make me feel less
They whisper in my ears
with high conviction
Things that no one should hear

These voices , they do not go out
they know everything about
each secret , all regrets
and keep reminding me again and again
every second , without giving me rest
a bowl-shaped hollow
greystone pool amongst boulders
songbirds bathe and sing


words in the wind
Rites of spring haiku: # 2
There are very few visuals as seductive as a cloudy sky...the sight of dark clouds moving in that slow motion, sound of thunder, the flashes of lightning and the pre-shower smell...it's like the earth getting itself ready to be drenched with the drops of love...and then the post shower smell...oh man!!! simply *******.
HER
She was amazing
But she was hiding
Beneath all the smiles
Are tears that were left unshed

Her voice as fine as the sirens'
Her eyes as bright as the stars'
Her laugh as nice as the angels'
Her smile as untrue as her words.
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