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Ruhani Apr 2022
I painted my sky blue
For you
To paint it
with love
But you came
thundering
to cover it
in all Gray.
Ruhani Apr 2022
I have stopped for a while
to understand where am going
So lost that I had to ask
strangers for directions
though I don't believe their every word
but do I have an option at this crossroad
Mind so filled with preconceived prejudice
that letting go seems like a huge risk
Am afloat holding a rope in the space
Whose end is tied so tight I can't escape.
I am here but not here at all
Am I even moving or standing alone
Is anyone listening reach out if you can
before I let loose into the oblivion.
Ruhani Jan 2022
I love you, yes I love you
No, I am not holding you
Never am I leaving you
Neither am compelling you
Nor I am ever letting you.

I feel you in a cold swirl
Smell you in the soaked drizzle
Deepest seas and vast as sky
My love for you is a full moon tide

I know you don’t remember me
But you exist is all I mean
Without you or with me
You are one with my soul & body.
Is there anything called unconditional love in this world!
  Sep 2021 Ruhani
skye
going home isn’t always
returning to a place.
sometimes
it is returning to yourself.
Ruhani Sep 2021
I click I delete
I write I delete
I save I delete
seems good at deleting stuff
But trust my heart
when I say,
Erasing one and all
is always tough.
Deleting words, pictures and people is my thing but something is always left behind.
Ruhani Aug 2021
I have a broken record
hidden in my closet
and I often play it
whenever unescorted.
The lyrics intimate
the last time we meet
speaks in the manner
you used to flatter.
The music lingers on
like the scent of your shirt
I hold on,
Your love song
keeps me warm
in the dark windy nights.
The nights we forgot
near those bonfire sights.
The sun rises everyday
and it sets all fine
but the fainting rays remind
of the love we had divine.
You cannot escape it.
Ruhani Aug 2021
You wake up,
but don't wanna get up.
Sunshine upsets your sun
getting ready is tiresome.
Breakfast is just formality
you walk up to normalcy.
Meeting people sane
saves from being insane,
you dig your head in work
but everything is mundane.
You slog back to home
to find something lost,
on bed you lie down
like a log of soiled moss.
Perpetuating purpose of life
Am I only breathing
or even it means alive,
wandering conscience,
in the mind reframes.
And you sleep with an aim
Someday I will break this chain.
Downside of a routine life.
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