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Gautham May 2020
The third time today
it struck me
I ain't so naive.
A falling  feather
or
an autumn leaf
on a wuthering day
finding it's way,
sometimes carried away.
Soaring high
and  stooping
low  
in an act of let go.
Gautham May 2020
The silent scream
of a broken heart
as it gasps for air
in a violent stream
of dreams and despair.

Our painful past
on a gloomy night.
The gush of remorse,
a gentle stab
which pains the most.

A tangled mess
beneath the
the veil of happiness,
seeking her way
to a life that's gay.

Scars from the past
once wounds we
caressed.
Memoirs that stayed
unlike the roses
which withered.

Ours was not love,
love.
But a toxic wreck.
A glorious dismay
of two lives that
went astray.
Gautham May 2020
A biscuit dip
with a stiff stiff grip
but the biscuit slips
Oh, a luckless " blip "
The perfect dip
now a sunken ship.
Tried something light-hearted. Hope you like it.

— The End —