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pragya santani Mar 2019
We spoke of wishes
And past regrets,
Of friendships gained
And our favourite cigarettes.
We spoke of dreams
We’d soon forget,
Of lovers lost in
Our midnight bed.
We spoke of hearts
And the letters we dread,
Of how we still yearn
The things they said.
We spoke of wonders
And the magic above,
But most of all
We spoke of love.
pragya santani Mar 2019
You had my heart at the first Hi,
You’re so skeptical, I don’t know why.
You got me roses when I’m a sunflower,
Making me blush, draining me of my inner power.
You create an aura around yourself,
I try so hard to delve into your shelf.
You get me hot and craving in an instant,
To call you tempting would be an understatement.
pragya santani Aug 2018
You are the quiet after a storm,
You are the devil dressed as a lord.
You are Deceitful in every form ,
Your glamour can’t be ignored.

You sweet talk me into your charm,
Helpless I am your little pawn.
Intentionally I brought upon me this harm,
I often wish I could be your swan.

You trick me into the web of lies you spin,
Moonstruck and infatuated, I Fawn over like a clown.
In cold blood I endlessly commit this sin,
Pursuing your heart that could be the diamond of my crown.

All this while knowing you are a figment of my imagination,
In a dream I once dreamt a cosmic creation.
pragya santani Nov 2016
I was drawn to him,
      Like Icarus to the Sun.

In and around his every whim,
        My feet nimble as I run.
    
His eyes, a shade of sad blue,
         Ever so charming and fickle.

My heart without a slightest clue,
          Grew fonder little by little.

But every wave that struck the shore,
    Took you far, far away.

What I would give to keep you in store,
   I would give it all away.
pragya santani Oct 2016
Have you ever watched a storm,
And see it slowly take its pace.
See all the shapes deform,
The ruins of your beautiful place.

You asked me once if I was honest,
My eyes contained it all.
It's only you that matters, not the rest.
I drove towards you as if it was my call.

Losing you felt like being pricked by a thousand thorns,
I bled, I bled, I bled.
Nothing could cease my mourns,
Drowning in woe and dread.

My arms are wide open,
And eyes search lights looking for you in every rack.
longing to reach out to you and give you a pen,
So that you can give me my poetry back.
pragya santani Oct 2016
Dear love,
            She deserted me,
            For someone against my will.  
            Not seeing the pain in me,
            Why do I love her still?

Dear love,
             She left me in a maze,
             Her words I swallowed like  
             a bitter drink.        
             She walked past me stealing  
             gaze,
              My eyes dewy as I sink.

Dear love,
           Does she love me ?
           A question I've worn on my
           lips for days.
            My heart aches to be free,
            I'll love her come what may.

Dear love,
            Has she forgotten me?
            Please tell me all you know.
            I fend her memories silently,
            Her remembrance I can not
             throw.
pragya santani Nov 2015
Inside me is a hunger
Craving for your affection
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