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Sara Trif Fonte Nov 2015
Stop grinning! You stupid fellow!
Its making me grow weak in the knees..
People say you fall in love with blue ,
But i don't like those soft brown eyes staring at me ,
They make me freeze!
I love the way you amaze me very single day,
And tickle me till my stomach aches..
****! You know what i'm thinking right?
Sara Trif Fonte Nov 2015
I know you, sir.. Your smile is familiar and so are your calloused hands. If i remember rightly , you were the one who broke my heart? Weren't you? Ah! Memories , they bring tears like the first showers of monsoon and yet joy to last a lifetime..strange! Isn't it? Your pensive eyes , they have matured.. You are older my dear.
I see the streak of grey in your hair....and yes, i am older too, but i am the same Sara whose heart you smashed like a jar of glass, i was shattered . My wound was fresh and i was alone but you did not come back to pick up the pieces of my heart which lay on the ground , scattered. Nor did you return the piece i had left with you.. Great feat! And i told you i would never come to you begging , when the nights were cold ...i hugged myself ...when the days harsh ..i pushed me on ...yet, today i stand asking for that piece of my heart to fill the dark hole in my soul.for without that i feel incomplete , my body tossed into a chasm of suffering. I think of our good times together , and i realized what a seasoned thief you were to steal my heart !!!
Sara Trif Fonte Nov 2015
The first fall of the first walk,
The first word of the first talk
The first friend in your pre school
And the first april's fool
The first scrape on the knee..
The first moment when i danced in ecstatic glee
My first cycle's first ride,
The people who stood by my side
The reading lessons of my first book
The first love, took just one look,
So many memories hidden in my mind,
If you take a look , you will find,
All of them smiling as one,
Happy at what they have done.!
Sara Trif Fonte Nov 2015
Under the light of a thousand stars , i stand alone...
And i console myself , not to cry anymore.
Who set out to gain but has won a loss...
A loving loss, a startling loss...
Who has survived taunts and grins.
Been hated, judged , but still held tightly close to the heart to feel it's trampled warmth..
And then one day , thrown out in a manner befitting an imposter..
Just when i had grown to cherish the impish grins,
Basked in the sunlight of abnormality,
Borne by a person who stands somewhere under these twinkling stars ,
Someone i bungled and tossed away......
Sara Trif Fonte Nov 2015
WANDERING THOUGHTS
hold that drop of water , lest it flow away,
my throat is burning ,but your wound is fresh,
You need it, if you were to stay.
The cold air is piercing my face
I have no means to convey...
That you must hold that drop in the palm of your hand,
that i wish for you to stay.
I scan your face,but i see no feeling.
i search the horizon ,but see not a soul.
I have never been so furtive, the glances i am stealing...
I gently close,narrowly tread when the road bends toward the unknown,
Sunder-bans and freezing peaks and the golden Indian shore.
A land not just of snake charmers , of beauty, of galore .
I stand alone you by my side but still not there to be '
While you scream in myriad tongues ,
i don't understand the words you utter,
But this is our story,
We're lost, we're found...
the globe the map of our minds, yet we've never been wronged,
by each other, by home , by our motherlands
Cause i'm a vagrant, you a vagabond.

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