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Jwala Kay Jun 2014
Don't romanticize me now.
Let your reminder notes
go hit the snooze button.
Jwala Kay Jun 2014
I am fortune's fool.
Someone incredible
waiting to become
known.
Insomnia, an open friend.
Last in every **** line.
Can't just pretend.
Retro style attitude
Towards vintage background
On a rebel's peace day.
Ah! Don't try too hard
to ignore my awesomeness
next time.
I'll still do fine,
I'll survive
For it's my life.
When I am done with the Wallflower label.
Jwala Kay Jun 2014
My poor ticker
wants to know
right away.
No! No more
suspense,
No more
deliverance.

Scheduling for being a
Seven years friend,
Five years lover,
Two years fiancé?

How long do you
mean to stay?
Would you plan to
arrive any early?
Can you cut the
chase for me, please?

Fine. Never mind.
I can wait.
But I say this
one last time,
"I nomore love tragedies;
wherein it ends like -

She was crazy like love.
He had the brilliance of all smiles.
They were both made for each other.
But they never met
."
Jwala Kay Jun 2014
At times,
I cease to exist.
I don't even move
to tell myself
otherwise.
I don't feel.
I won't remember.
I can't even frame
phrases or
make a face.
Then like a snap,
like a cold wave
Life touches me
and reasons me
with a name.
Your name.
Not mine.
Jwala Kay Jun 2014
She fell in love with his words.
It was the wrong way.
Wrong way like
Falling the worse way.
Like Head first,
where neck click,
blood rush,
bones crash
and Heart attempts
to give you hope
one last time.
Jwala Kay Jun 2014
"His love was like
falling asleep on an unmade bed,
Like we won't care
by the end of an exhausting day".

"His love was like
those white-lies that never hurt,
the faint rainbow that can't be
photographed,
the soft giggle of an asylum
patient,
that expired gift voucher
in your high school slam book".

55 years into it;
She just smiles and says,
"If that's not love,
I don't know what is".
The saying goes, "a frog in the well, know nothing about the great ocean". But sometimes heart sees what is invisible to the eye and that becomes their world beyond and within.
Jwala Kay Jun 2014
She lives with her '70s condescending mom,
And her Gods are nonbelievers.
She sulks, swears 'n spits in air
Squandering in profound style
As she wears plaid shirts to
Jimmy Choos,
"feeds her cat, eats her dog",
Keeps a job, quits on true love,
Flirts in no faith with
the guys in the gym,
overlooks men at the bar,
Smiles at the kid in the park,
Laughs at celebrities' mishap,
Sleeps to Indie pop Rock
post two whisky shots.
But hey, she's too far from
any breakdown.
©Ujwala
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