Cravings.

I tell you
it isn't for you to read
and I already see the irony
lurking in the shadow.
Wryly amazing.
Or is it just you
reckless yet curious?

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Maroon.

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Crisp yellow pages
countless words
brimming emotions
untainted confessions
marooned thoughts
letters unsent
& a withered red rose.
Like a souvenir
those unfeigned musings,
adhered to her little maroon chronicle.
Her little maroon chronicle,
the time travelling hipster,
a kaleidoscope of memories.

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-----Sometimes all it takes is a diary to make you realize who you really are.

A Love Beyond Compare.

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Those tiny fingers
a purified smile.
Newborn.
The uncorrupt soul.
Even so,
A mother's heart
is the most innocent.


 
I Love You Ma.

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Perfume.

In silence,
I followed
your exquisite scent.
That one of a kind
fresh floral !
Look !
how quickly,
it healed
my broken soul.

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.
.
.

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Stardust.

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A little space.
Ravenous silence.
No words.
Not a minute to waste.
The musical river
shimmers like a diamond,
cascading down the ivory crown,
The Himalayas---
the glimmering silver medal.

Chasing fireflies

in the land made of stardust.
Witnessing the beauty of--
the pearly old moon,
with a bright touch of heaven.
A night under the dark blanket
and a handful of stars.
Amidst the undisturbed wilderness--
they were three in count.
A free spirit
Her fanatical heart,
and  her replenished--
 ----freedom.

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