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Thursday, March 03, 2016

Incomplete Love

Screamed my heart
with delight
when I met you,
at first sight.

And you shattered
what was already broken
furthermore.

That's the beauty
of incomplete love,
I suppose.

Breaking you more, and more,
and more,
until you're ready
for a complete one.

The Echo of Pieces

His eyes fell on her
like sun rays on a mirror.
He saw the reflection of love,
now those eyes see terror.

He says he loves her
like no one else ever would.
He says he cherishes her;
now alone she stood.

A thousand sparkles shattered
over the blankness of her mind.
The ring he had gifted her
lay on the table, losing its shine.

He promised such
more than he could give.
She'd barely asked for much,
but love that stood still.

He lied, he didn't want to hurt,
but she was hurting, with every moment.
She thought, he may never know her worth
while she pens down this lament.

Someday, she hopes, someday,
among all these ruins of her heart,
a voice would echo of love, 
not of moving apart.

Saturday, August 08, 2015

The Infernal Fire

Let me envelop you
in the tongues
of the flames.
This infernal fire
burns for you
within.

Let me pull you
closer; close
to my hunger.
This insatiable hunger 
aches for you
within.

Let me paint
passionate strokes
on your canvas.
This creative outburst
craves for you
within.

Let me feel you
every nook
and corner.
This curiosity arisen
seeks you
within.

Let us unite,
gasping and pressing,
fusing and blending,
merging and amalgamating
into one.

Let us explore
searching and calling,
biting and brawling,
bending and crawling,
our weaknesses.

This night tonight,
moans your name.
This desire within,
engulfs me in flames.

Come, douse my infernal fire 
that burns for you,
within.

Fleeting Love

They say, love, it happens in between…
But truth be told, only one bears its sheen.
For, never did conquering the peak lend sunshine to the plateau,
Never did selling your love attract more than rapture.

They say, love, it happens in between…
I’ve seen it shred a thousand to a piece.
Yet I look up to the heavens and I believe,

Love never did happen, it just flee.