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shil Sep 2019
They keep warning:
Love is CYANIDE.
It is lethal.

I keep cajoling:
It is OXYGEN.
The lack of it is.
shil Sep 2019
‘Well, it was indeed
a very long association,
thank you!
But it needs to end.
I will have to usher you out
to welcome my new friend.
Her name is ‘morning’.
So goodbye, darling!”

From a weary, but determined Me
to the long, dark, night that refused to end.
A poem from my upcoming debut book 'IshQn & SomeOne'.
shil Sep 2019
You were a
passing cloud.
I was the Sun.
You left.
I stayed.
But you colored my skies.
Love breaks, then makes.
shil Sep 2019
I

LOST

MY

MIND.

AND

FOUND

MY

HEART.
shil Sep 2019
I kept you in my poems
for so long that
it’s a torment to wait,
before I can
touch you to
feel a little more,
pen a little more,
smile a little more
and live a little more.
shil Sep 2019
The irony of her life was that
His memories were all she had, to live.
But each time she replayed them
It took the life out of her.

— The End —