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Those fleeting glances

those eye contact

never bothered me

there were many

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‘Que sera, sera’

“What would come, would come…and you would have to meet it, when it did.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

I would have moved mountains for you

I would have plucked all the stars

to line up

on the freckles on your face

Fleeting romance

“The very essence of romance is uncertainty.”
― Oscar Wilde

Oh! how fleeting it was

how softly it made me blush

left my heart

feeling so sanguine

a feathered touch

My Salvation

 

As I dance till my feet bleed
the sweat pour out of my body
as tears of my soul
I dance till I drop dead

His Name (Micro poetry)

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Question (Micro poetry)

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Sustenance(Micro poetry)

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Inefficient

I fail miserably to guard my self

my heart

my emotions

my eyes

which gives away

every single feeling

every moment

I spent;

Old habits

I got too close to you

I was drawn towards you

like a moth to a flame

Complete

“When you left, 
poetry visited me.” 
― Kamand Kojouri

When you walked through that door

slammed shut and

leaving me alone

and as I walk towards my home

Galaxy (Micro poetry)

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Soulmates (Micro poetry)

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Journey

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Snippet

What goes inside the mind of a mother who sees the snapshot of her unborn baby for the first time. It’s an overwhelming and indescribable feeling. 

I got a snippet, a sneak preview 

a short glance at you

in the snapshot they took

floating away in the warm embrace of my body

sleeping in the deepness of my soul

Polaris

“Ignorance has always been the weapon of tyrants; enlightenment the salvation of the free.”
—Bill Richardson

My crestfallen soul

roams around

with a dejected look

waiting to get entwined

in your white moon

with pure serendipity

Writer’s block

“Biting my truant pen, beating myself for spite:
“Fool!” said my muse to me, “look in thy heart, and write.”
― Philip Sidney, Astrophel and Stella

When you hit a wall
a big wall;
which breaks your convictions
and shatters it all
that big wall of
angst, pain, and insecurity
which mocks your artist
and its withering creativity

Jealousy

When I want you

I want you all

not in bits and pieces

Never want to share

traces of you

with anybody at all

The language of love

Speak with the language of love.
–Rumi

The language of love
needs no words, no script
it flows from my heart to yours 
with no gates or doors;
I can feel the vibe in the air
I can feel the love
in my veins
as it flows;

Nostalgia

“how sad and bad and mad it was – but then, how it was sweet”
― Robert Browning

Hidden between the pages
of my favorite book
or lying
as crushed petals
between those folds
scenting and filling up
my senses
will all the nostalgia
all the days and nights
there have been
and many more

Soulless eyes

You are not alone here
You are surrounded by million voyeur eyes 
looking for the next big piece of news
waiting for the next viral tweet
wanting to go live on Facebook 
to chat and comment about it

Split wide open

I’m split wide open
for you to see
my soul is sliced in half
for you to
scrape pieces of me

Bewildered

His chubby looks
and a heart
brimming with love
he wants to share
his treats with
anyone he could

Fake

I enrolled myself
to become part of your
fictitious life
to feel lonely and dejected
to feel unwanted
distorted
breathing  just to survive

Victor

“Fire tests gold, suffering tests brave men.”― Seneca

The darker the clouds get
The stronger the resolve becomes
The faster the breath gets
The stronger the heart pounds

Tattoo

Those beautiful lines etched on your skin
the art speaking for itself
emotions oozing out from each
drop of Ink

Try “Love” once

Try something new in the month of Love.

They say you are hopelessly romantic
nothing can come out of all this waiting
waiting for a glance or a passing touch
They say bare your heart and soul
bare it all
if you want the love to come your way
at all

Brotherhood

“We must live together as brothers or perish together as fools.” 
― Martin Luther King Jr.

We are all broken, crumbled
rounded again
made from the same clay
caked and baked in the same
unforgiving oven

Silence- A beautiful conversation

Silences between the conversation

the most beautiful feeling

The pause where the world stops

but the feeling flows eternally