THIS IS US

Love: a bonny symphonic orchestra.At least that was what we desired to be—Needing every excerpt in its extra,And sipping its resplendent creamy brie. Perfection was the adage we aimed for.We’d praised its being with everything usForgetting every titanic could tore.In love’s mirage, we rode on hatred bus. Fairly, our stunning love was a puzzle;Riddle ofContinue reading “THIS IS US”

THE SUICIDE NOTE

I stopped writing the moment you left.You were my inspiration for every single word I thought of.I loved the desire of your eyes when they looked at me. Many a time, I felt your hug was the safest haven (tears flow from eyes).Since you left,I’ve swum in reverie thinking we were a thing,Thinking we wereContinue reading “THE SUICIDE NOTE”

LOST IN BETWEEN DAWNS

…I thought ’twas one of the odd days of loveWhere the curls of your hair will walk away from me,And still, respond with a wink.Where dashing for the doorknobWas just a way you expressed anger and disgust—It wasn’t. At least, it could’ve been voiced—this breakup,Or probably said over lunch,But it came with a beep—A textContinue reading “LOST IN BETWEEN DAWNS”

YESTERDAY’S DAWN

Here I stand,On the spot of our first day of meeting,On the spot we said, ‘yes,’On the spot we stamped our vestige(?) Thinking, maybe, that ‘it’s over’ was just a dream of yesterday,But it wasn’t. How could you? How could youMake me sleep on your words?My life was rung round your promises,Promises of an unendingContinue reading “YESTERDAY’S DAWN”

LADY OF YESTERDAY’S DREAM

POETRY 5648 Dear Lady of yesterday’s dream, You were my sleepless nightsAnd well played melodies.You were my addictionAnd your amber eyes; my flicker of hope. I was once a maundererA Lone Ranger with a confused heart.You gave meaning to my worthless lifeAnd stung me with betrayal’s smile.I deserved better than your white lies. That yesterday,YouContinue reading “LADY OF YESTERDAY’S DREAM”

WAILING QUILL

Have you ever seen words That pierce the heart like arrows, Or a nest inhabiting not birds, But a crowd of bedfellows? Maybe, just maybe a yes. I met her on the sunshine of March. Perhaps shining, but she was an angel of mess. She seemed a perfect match With glows of the august coloursContinue reading “WAILING QUILL”

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