It was the fragrance of happiness,
When I saw you for an instance.
That very five seconds felt like a wish granted by stars.

Reminiscing the look on your face, your hair and clothes.
Assured me that you are alive, breathing still.

Though I may not feel your presence, warmth on me anymore.
But I still feel goosebumps when I remember our past.

I quit our love, talks and meeting at night,
But the moment I saw you again rushed the blood up to my heart.
It proved me again that you are alive, breathing still.

We had those times and I don't regret it,
I had my share of fun and you had it too,
But love was never a promise for you,
Sometime you promise and later I quit.

In lonely moments
I stroll the waning memories
when love pure smiled blissfully
deep within a fawning heart

a wistful melody arises untainted
like a steaming enslaved passion
                         breathlessly released
                              unrestrained,..

         ­                          evident
                    as the pressed and dried flowers
          cuddled between life's ardent petaled pages,
                         bookmarks of the heart

                         traces of the wild bouquets
                         that often soothingly caress’d
                         the energizing tingles  
                         inflaming a tantalizing touch

                         the yearning  empty voids
                         feverishly undressed,
                         traced in the hidden sands
                         of unexplored oceans..
                        
                         though time and distance
make the bereft heart grow helplessly fonder,
memories fade softly as the summer breeze befalls,
  
                         as gentle feather’d touch
                         the evanescent sunset afterglow
                         where the earth and sky align
                         the dimming of the day

         loving can heal
the poet’s bleeding words,
loving can mend your soul ―

                         the perennial dawning of an
                         unpromised new day
                         will someday come again

        bequeathed like the bluebird’s mirthful song
to bring forth nascent wild flowers’ blossoming petals
              flourishing in the meadow of my heart


                 *Someone you used to know

Inside my cage
                            Fists of rage
I may be strange
                            Its hard to change
Been poked
                      Been prodded

That's how it all started

                  Abuse
                          Misuse­
                          
Now I refuse
                        To let you
           take
                     refuge

Inside
           My
                  Cage
                           I
                              Shall
                            ­            Remain
                            Hidden
           ­       Away
         From
All
     The
             pain
                      While
                                ­ My
                                       Rage
                                                Stays

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If love can be withdrawn
It never was

My love for you is not a gift
    To you
      It is a gift
        To me