Poetry

Why is missing you so difficult?

It wells my eyes up with floods of tears fills my heart with illusionary fears …that seem so real Missing you is such an ordeal The urge to talk starts small and slow but quickly becomes an uncontrollable flow of desperation and frightening frustration This irrepressible yearning my heart burning my stomach churning …with a longing that tears me apart into a thousand bits and pieces as my soul releases a squeal of sadness, …a sign of madness? Yes, missing …

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Protected: A Very Special Girl

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Love conquers ego

Happiness and harmony are balanced on delicate scales that get disrupted by the slightest stroke, or a gentle jolt, giving rise to tornadoes of emotions and volcanoes of feelings But why? Because, the devil that resides in us as our EGO is the enemy of our LOVE It poses as false self-importance and pseudo pride looking for a chance to steal our precious package So, whenever there is fervour, the devil produces frostiness whenever there is accord, the devil stimulates …

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Protected: My days and nights

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Praying with you

Praying with you is like walking on the morning grass with the fickle dewdrops tickling our bare feet while our souls meet and smile to greet each other Praying with you is like drifting on wispy, white clouds on a sunny day, as we play like little kids a little fine, a little fey And as our game starts our love engulfs our hearts Praying with you is Like dreaming a magnificent dream where we scream in ecstasy as a …

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Permanence

My feelings these days they are so strange …they have such a range Now, I am happy and ecstatic Then, frightened and frantic Now, I dream, hope and desire Then, all my hopes catch fire Now, I want to sing and dance Then, I just get lost in a trance Now, I see all so plain and clear Then, my vision is blurred by a tear Now, all I want is to conjugate Then, I wonder about our fate Now, …

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My only aspiration

In the hustle and bustle of the day Surrounded by folks and friends I feel lost, lonely and astray Drifting off or awaking, in dreams and reality My heart’s always aching and my soul’s always praying for you… Suppressing my urges to talk to you curbing my craving to hear you ignoring my thirst to meet you restraining my longing to be with you stifling my desire to touch you I feel fervent and helpless, desperate and hopeless For I …

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Sleeping with you

We switch off the lights and speak at late nights I’m magnetised by your dreamy voice It makes my heart rejoice I am hypnotised by your slow, rhythmic breathing It leads my soul out of its sheathing As we speak sweet nothings and get ready to snooze An exquisite feeling ensues Then I pray to the almighty to make my every night Just as pious and pretty as this one For, even as we doze off in the darkness, my …

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Choices

I don’t know why did we meet? Then chose to be bitter, not sweet I don’t know why did we start? Then chose pain over a joyous heart I don’t know why did we hope? Then chose to walk on a tightrope I don’t know why did we pledge? Then chose to push our luck to the edge I don’t know why did we care? Then chose to let our souls dare I don’t know why did we pray? Then …

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Drifting

Drifting like an aimless cloud, resembling a soft ball of cotton in the clear, blue sky Moving in no specific direction I feel peaceful Floating like an unmanned raft concurring with the currents of an endless, wild sea Thinking no specific thoughts I feel joyful Hopping like a beautiful butterfly from flower to flower in the garden of love Smiling with no specific reason I feel cheerful Walking like a goalless vagabond who has nothing to achieve in this lovely, …

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