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Arii 5h
How do I cross
a line that hasn’t been drawn,
How do I hold
the might of a thundering storm,
How do I kiss
the sea until it withdraws?

How do I break
A wall that hasn’t been built,
How do I pick
the flowers without letting them wilt,

How do I kiss
The sea until it withdraws?

How do I
Kiss
The sky

Until it withdraws?
i notice
every little thing
he does.

his hand on my waist
as he slips past.
fingers grazing skin
when we both lean
against the pole.
our eyes meet,
as i hand him
the word
he was reaching for.

the other day
he gave me a side-hug.
stroked my back,
slid to my arm,
and i forgot
how to breathe.

then i missed my bus,
so we could talk,
just a bit longer.
longer
than we should have.

when i finally left,
i melted into him
without thinking.

i felt horrified,
almost betrayed.
because next time
i might kiss him
if my mind can’t
hold the reins.

every thought of him
is a slip toward the rim,
and i’m falling.
with hands tied.
i’m falling in love with him.
this one is about the moment you realise your heart has already chosen.
Shambhavi Aug 3
Once, my wrists wore a rainbow of bands,
Now, bare hands hold invisible strands.
Once, wishes poured like summer rain,
Now, a quiet “every day is friendship day” remains.
Once, chocolates passed from hand to hand,
Now, just two, who truly understand.
Once, hearts bloomed for a crowd at school,
Now, only for two… life’s truest jewels.
..and the only true friends I got are my parents and my krishna🕉
Better to have no one than having toxic ones.
Arii Jul 31
I look into the mirror
That’s
Foggy and blurred,

And wrap myself around
The shape
I see in return.

Put a face to name,
And name to face,

Turn my back and suddenly,
That’s

Not

The

Case?

Watching from afar
As another cries,

Helpless to do anything but
Keep it inside

And escape the mess
that’s only mine,
Navigate the maze
Inside their mind.

Holding out a hand I could never take,
slamming on a door that I couldn’t

Break,

But now that you’re
holding out
the key to

me,

One can finally
See—


Past the

mirror

Image.
“A butterfly cannot see its own wings.”
I met this woman recently
She's beautiful, kind and lovely;
She goes with a light on her face,
Yes she goes glimmering
Enough to keep me shivering.
Oh yes, she makes my heart race.

They say she'll break my heart
To look for someone else,
But I want to keep on this lark
I say she's not like the rest,
They say she's not like the rest.
So we are on the same page.

Then why the need to stop me?
Don't they see me happy?

I talked to her the other day
Indeed, not like the rest,
She's careless, rough around the edge
She doesn't understand me.
She cares not for me,
The same way I care for her.

They say she fools around other men
She gets them high with her charm.
Then when they are at her mercy
She leaves them stranded as I.
Alone and forsaken, broken
Broken, just as she left me, broken.

Now, I can't sleep, I can't dance
I can't enjoy wine or a good serenade.
I'm alone now, I can't my friends stand,
I pushed them away,
For a good-for-nothing love
Not even long, it lasted a week.

So what to do now?
I now lay with such heaviness,
I've got no will to change
I've got no will to trying again.
My heart's been plucked
I am now motionless.
Tired yes, of the struggle
I've been struck and roughed,
I've naught left to fight for
I've naught left to live for.
But if you're meant to be the one
I'll fight? No
For tiredness has succumbed me,
Pain has befallen me.

Is this worth the pain?
The sadness and weariness?
I say neither yay nor nay
No, I'll save that answer,
Yes, for when it matters, truly matters.
No more I beg of thee,
My wounds are open, they're oozing
I'm wailing.

Oh, behold! And there she goes
A light on her eyes, shimmering
Of joy and gladness? Yes, perhaps
Such gladness I'll find not
Nor today nor tomorrow, no, not me
It is beyond my reach, not for her
No, she's the past, a cloudy past
Cloudy yet vivid and forgetful past.

Such love I've not felt since...
Yes, since my mum's,
Never since, never again
Of such fate I'm aware, painfully aware.
I'll be alone from now on, not from spite but choice.
For he who lives alone, is bound to love alone,
And that I now need
For wounded I've been.
mysterie Jul 7
i had an epiphany
while walking home --
that forever
isn't always
a promise.
it's sometimes just
a word.
one we say
to feel safe.

and that's the sad part --
i believed it.
i believed that
you meant it
when you said
that we were
forever.
i believed that you
meant it when
you looked at me
like i was
the ending
to your sentence.

now you pass me
like you never
started the story
in the first place.
yet im stil
trying to close a book
you left open.
soul; entry nine
date wrote: 1/7
Aaamour Jun 2
just a casual crush
somehow joined my crushed heart
she gave life to the poet inside me
whom I never would know if I hadn’t met her
she was like stars in the night sky
which brings comfort to distant observer
when I witnessed her heavenly presence
it was like the blind seeing, feeling light
the most beautiful flowers envied her beauty
she was as complex as a eels birth
that is what I liked about her!
Only her closest ones know about her
I tried my luck
unlike the scientists I had some success
success which gave and took everything simultaneously
I found a picture of her birthday
the first pic of her adorned in a red dress
glowing brighter than the ruby on her neck
the next picture was of her boyfriend
tall, long hairs and success all over him
next with their lips locked
which unlocked my mind into reality
just a casual crush or so I thought
somehow has crushed my heart harder
Aaamour May 22
what is love, I questioned myself
if she was a flower in a garden
I would  write poems,
describe her in the most elegant ways
I would love her more than myself

I would manifest
about her eyes, voice-everything
I would draw,
and add colours to make her stand out
I would tell about her
to this world- filled with misery

I would  try to recreate her
so I’ll never be left alone

we don’t pluck it out
just to spend a day or two with it
instead we let it thrive
that is love
And to love is to leave
aimer c'est partir
Aaamour Apr 30
I want her, I want her so bad
without her, my life’s like
sugar without the sweet, a flower with no colours

I want to be the nectar inside the flower-her

but I’m just morning dew-worthless
Why, why 
didn’t I love her enough?
in my poems- her; in my thoughts-her
she wrote and even thought but just not about me

even when she wore those diamonds 

only her face shined

asked her what she applied to her face

she replied: nothing 

when she chose that ******* over me 

I was furious

but
why did I love her?
was it not to see her smile?

was it not to see her enjoy?
She is happier than ever-without me
in her happiness my world finds peace
that is enough.
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