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The Night Did Not Speak...

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The night did not speak, But something in the darkness knew my name… Was it, the faint whisper of my curtains Flirting with the distant winds,  Like a ballerina dancing with her lover... To the trembling, mischievious beats of my heart?? Was it, her giggles, as the winds from the sea teased her... Bringing her stories of beautiful mermaids playing in the waves, Or, promising her pearl necklaces, from the unfathomed depths of the oceans... Just like, someone had promised his heart to me??? Was it, the scent of the distant jasmines and plumerias, Enticing me to dance with the fireflies To the songs of the rustling leaves... Like, I was a teenager, enamored over her first love?? Did they tempt me, to tiptoe into the dreams of my beloved, Soundly asleep, in some distant horizon, Blissfully unaware of the butterflies fluttering within my heart, Stealing my sleep, And painting dreams in my sleepless eyes?? Was it, just the moon, calling me out, Like a girl calling another, To share secre...
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Then Fall Caesar...

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 It wasn't the dagger that hurt... It wasn't the pain, either. It was the face.... The old familiar face, That was suddenly a stranger. The same old familiar face, That stood behind my back... Holding the dagger, stained with my blood. It wasn't the wound that broke me... It wasn't the bloodshed, either. It was the face.... Cold and unfamiliar. Strewn with lies... Strewn with betrayal... It was the face, that I had once loved. The eyes, I had once trusted, Mocked me with cold satisfaction... Of defeating my entire being. Of defeating my existance. Of proving me wrong, in every way possible. It wasn't the backstab, that killed me... It wasn't the deception, either... It was the one who deceived. The one, I had trusted more than my own self My friend.... My companion... The one, I had always called my home, And to whom, I had always been one. And I let down my guard... I just let it go. I could have fought... I could have shouted... I could have tried... But exhau...
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I Had A Garden... (Part 2)

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 I had a garden... That was once shattered, By storms unknown. A garden, that lay in a mess With dried leaves and dead flowers. With broken boughs... With graves of the butterflies... And with some unfinished stories. I had a garden, where I sat and wept, At my incomplete poetries, and dilapidated canvas Where I had once dreamt of painting my dreams. I looked at my fingers, that could once create magic, That was long forgotten, within the depths of time. For once, I wanted to believe, For once, I wanted to hope, For once, I decided to try again,  And whispered, "One more time...." Casting one last spell, I looked up, above. And there it was!!!... The entire Universe buzzing with life Glittering like conffetti, Rearranging....realigning.... Rewriting stories of the most beautiful garden I could ask for. The stars came down to create jasmines and lillies And the moon came down to be my muse. The sun smiled bright, as the rains drenched me with love, And the rainbow sprinkled al...
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Regrets...

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  “Life, my dear, is too short to regret…” The distant familiar voice echoed from the hollows of the intensive care unit, amidst the constant beeping of the machines that were supposed to keep me alive. I sighed….how futile everything seemed, now, that I was on the threshold of life and death. The wires held on to my fingers and wrists…like they could keep me tied to this place. I knew…my moment had arrived. I had always wondered how death feels like…how my last moments would be…and yet, in my last few moments, all I was left with…was regret. I wished…for one last time, to live the Life I had been blessed with…….and this time, I wanted to live, to die without regrets. What if……..I had the courage to speak out??? What if…..for once I had listened to myself??? What if……. The doctor’s warm touch over my left hand broke my reverie. Did he look hopeful about me???...could I find one last chance to live???...could death evade me for this one time, only to let me live and set things...
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The First Time We Fought...

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  I still remember the first time we had fought... A battle it was, Between a restless heart and a stubborn mind. And we fought... Just like those dark angry clouds, growling with rage Mad with anger...mad with pain. Mad with the betrayal, that never even existed, w e fought... Like the merciless monsoon rains. We fought.... Like we had never mattered to each other. We fought the war of wounded egos, We fought, to be proven right. We fought, Like we never cared. Like we were never scared of losing each other. Like love was just a word, so easy to erase, And letting go wouldn't break our hearts. We fought, like we wanted to end, Whatever we had, between you and me. I still remember the words, that we had shouted out loud, Not wanting to mean even one of them. I still remember the pain, That had stabbed us like glass knives... And the pride, that didn't even let us shed a tear. How silly it now seems, all of a sudden... That rainy day...those hurtful words, And the urge to win th...
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Come Home, Poetry...

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Come back home, poetry, I've been waiting for you. For you, to complete my incomplete verses That keep me awake till the dawn. Come back home,  For the monsoons are here again, With the grey skies and the heavy clouds... Drenching me with an incoherent longing As I sit all alone. Watching the raindrops creating patterns on my window panes, My heart longs to create verses, once again, With those familiar epithets, that have long left me... Come back home, poetry, For I long to be loved, by Love, And for a beloved, whom I crave to behold... To love... To touch... Come back home, for I have letters to write and stories to tell Of dreams left broken and promises unkept... Of the scars that still bleed, and words left unsaid.... Come home, for my fingers crave to be carressed by you. My soul craves to be healed by your touch, And my heart craves to never let you go... Come home, poetry, for I feel so lost... Come back, and bring me home. Take me back to myself,  Where I had always ...
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My Own Meraki...

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Running through the maze of Life Relentlessly chasing mirages Entangled, I choked, in silence Like a spider caught in its own web.  My exhausted soul craved to rest Somewhere, beside the boulevards of broken dreams. Where the oaks still played with the autumn breeze And dandelions whispered unspoken promises, Where the mosses were still green with life And the birds created their own songs... Lost, as I was, in the lanes of my own life My heart craved to find back The missing pieces of myself, Long lost....long forgotten.... The parts of my soul that I had long hidden, Behind all the smiles And all the scars. The 'myself' that I was,  That I longed to meet again After all the wars... The tears... The blood... My heart longed again, to be a poem, Amidst the cacophony and chaos That sucks me from within. I longed to be my favourite song Again....after all these days. Weary of wearing my wounds with pride, My heart craved to rest, if only for a while, Within the depths of myself,...
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