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Tulika Singh Nov 2018
Him
I saw the back of his neck
his left side sharp cheekbones
and sunlight beaming on his face
he turned to me
brown eyes still closed
and i gazed with all hearts in  my eyes
bushy eyebrows
olive face with cherry color lips
my heart smiled as
i heard him breathe
i dragged my lips near him
while mumbling mild words
he murmured back something
(all i heard was same love song)
and
tugged me in softly
i felt the same warmth after so long
"let me stay here", i murmured again
he hugged me tightly
I suffocated only to realise
the warmth i felt was
sun lurking from windows
and he was there
only in my dream.
Tulika Singh Nov 2018
She mixes words
with pain
or sometimes
it comes out as
loud raging rain.
Beneath her eyes
gloomy clouds hide
and under her lips
she holds thunder.
Her soul makes
hushed scream
while her heart silently
bleeds out.
She holds the whole
darkness inside
while her face imposes
striking light.
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Tulika Singh Oct 2018
Here I lie on cold grass
feeling the numbing air
brushing my hair
while phase of
changing seasons
got stucked,
all in here at once
in Me.

Eyes like clouds
thunderous
And willing to rain.
The embedded words
blazing
like sun in harsh summer.

Feelings, once flowers
blossoming in spring,
Loathe
and now forgotten
like leaves shredded off
in autumn.
Tulika Singh Oct 2018
She was never this weak and fool
to fall for someone in a blink,
may be it was just him
or the way he said things.

The words drooping from his lips
made her feeling thrived.
Her eyes were widely shut
and she believed his devilious lies.

He impersonated the sunlight
and playacted like the spark
while turned her to ashes
and lead her to the dark.
Tulika Singh Oct 2018
As i gazed into those eyes
I felt fluttering butterflies.

His eyes, brown
and sweet like chocolate.
Pleasant like smell
when coffee & water collate.

Eyes that throws love dart,
I could feel
the sweet pinch in my heart.

Eyes that changes color
when he goes out in sun,
color same as honey
mixed with little cinnamon.
Tulika Singh Oct 2018
Lost
In barren thoughts,
with dark haze
on her dusky face.
Dried eyes
left in disguise.
Her soul
covered with blaze
burned her wings.
For now,
she was left ardere
in her own skin.

— The End —