Moon Child

You are the extraordinary silver,
amongst the ordinary stars of mine.
And I am the dark influx
rising and falling,
at your whimsical aspirations.

I wait for you to bless me
with your astounding glory,
every night.
As you work your magic
and pull me closer.
and then,
push me away.
with a smile.

As if,
an invisible string,
a silken thread,
of stringent faith,
binds us together.

And then you retreat 
as the dawn arrives,
with a promise
to come back again,
and play with my heart

But amidst all the
games and tricks you play,
this love, 
I have for you,
grows with each passing 
day and every incoming night.

Love me wise.
Love me tender.

For my moon,
You and I 
are connected.

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Like A Fearless Bird, I Will Fly

It was a long, deep slumber.

Like I told you before,
let me sleep for however long I wish. 
Don't call out to me.
Don't be worried.
Let me hold the pain in me.
Let it settle deep in my skin.
Whispering in your ears
to leave me high,I told you,
for when I wake up
I'll let you see,the stronger me. 
And now you see me
replacing the pain with love.
Holding my head high,
and smiling at the new sky.
I wanted to be asleep for a while.
My ribs were the cage
meant to be broken, 
for my heart had to be set free.
To feel the trickle of one love
that was never meant to be.
To burn myself to ashes,
only then I knew I could rise,
from being nothing to
all that I really wanted to be.
And so today
I rise, again, 
to never look back 
and never let them break, 
my soul and beliefs. 
New hope is here. 
Look,
It's a new dawn.
It's a new bird 
I see it soaring high
And now I know, it's no one else 
But I.
I, who would last when the apocalypse strikes, 
For my deep slumber woke me up to see who I really was, 
Fearless, 
is who I am and will be.

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Rains.

stalked by rain

that fine dusky one
seeks shelter

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Windchimes.

I kept dancing to the tunes
that faded long ago.
I waited for the song to revive
and fill my soul with light,
once more.
I woke up every day
with a hope to conquer
the unfinished goodbyes
but every night
this unique symphony
played in my dreams,
the song about the one long gone.

Little whispers of that outstanding voice,

held me tight all through the night.
It chased my mind and captured my heart
but parched away,
with each morning light.
That quintessential music.
It left me wanting more,
all through the night, 
in my dreams, 
it left me wanting more.
When in reality,
all I could hear was
the impish wind
frolicking with the beguiling
windchimes. 

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The Storyteller

Her once upon a time
had a happy ending
Until
He became the story
She, the storyteller.

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He

I don't know if it's right or wrong 
or may be I do
but the scent of his shirt 
and the glitter in his eyes 
makes me lose my mind
Every single time.

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Not Too Far, Never Too Close.

And so I left a piece of me with a piece of you,
to a place far and deep.
A place,
Where I can hold you close and feel your breathe.
Where I can smell your infatuating scent and look into your charismatic eyes. 
A place,
Where you belong with me.
So I left a piece of me with a piece of you 
to a place, I can always visit.
A place called memory.
For the truth will always be too harsh.
For in reality,
I will always be right for you and you will always be wrong for me.


-YS

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Her.

Her eyes burned with water
while heart was on fire
but that never stopped her 
from carving his thoughts out of her mind.
And chasing his memories away from her heart.
For he never understood her worth
and her kind of love.
For his words made her essence bleed.
For she finally gave up on him and went away.
For she fell in love with somebody else.
A love far more divine
A love called Her.
The love for Her.

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Rain in the Mountains

Rain in the mountains
erasing kohl off her eyes
The breeze blew away her hair.
The water settled down
deep in her skin.
The clouds rattled above her body
upon her soul
and inside my heart.
I still remember,
that rain in the mountains,
her moistened cold skin
&
the kohl in her eyes
the last memory
her last memory.

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Love is not a Choice, Acceptance is.

Of all the gushing emotions
the spritz of true love
runs wild & free.
Meandering through a sinless soul
like a drenched fantasy,
it drowns inside the throbbing heart.
The heart, a whispering abyss, a frantic frenzy.
Untamed yet content.
Guilty yet absolved.
Like a game of fire & ice
the reality of love truly resides
where the acceptance is.

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