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June 23, 2020
 

~There is something about old books,
more than stories they hold memories,
memories of those fingers which gently turned every page making it a
soulful place.

Those pale yellow pages carry
the secrets of their grapples,
grapple in making every line
read and felt by heart.

The biblichor itself craves for the
fragrance of all those sites it has been,
and the taste it felt by those filled mugs.

The dusty torn cover somehow
knows the journey,
journey from big book shelves to those
catastrophic desks, and then maybe
again to plesurable surroundings,
                Perhaps, they know the revolving, of endings being the
new beginnings.

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POETRY BOOKS
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June 9, 2020
 

Somewhere on my front porch is a beehive that i have never found.
The bees fly close but they don't land on me.
And,
I prefer it this way, "what keeps it's distance is never killed".

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WINDOW FUN
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May 30, 2020
 

You and I become one harmoniously, just as words become sentences
and sentences become poems.
You have your flaws
and i have mine,
and becoming one doesn’t
overrides any of them,
rather we become warm with our limitations and this in turn makes us snug with each other.
There is a lot said and even more unsaid between us,
but luckily our bodies
do the chatter for us.
My eyes, fingers and
the crinkle of my nose,
makes you understand
more than my words ever could.
And just as words become sentences and sentences become ballads,
our words, nose, eyes and fingers become our stories.

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INKTOBER: NEMOPHILIST
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April 24, 2020
 

I drank his lies, like wine.
    
                    'Cheers to her'
                                  
                                          

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POKA DOT PORTRAIT
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April 20, 2020
 

I am a star in your sky;
         just not the one you
         wish on every night.
            

                   ~will i ever be the one for you?

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DEEP LOVE
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April 20, 2020
 

You will soar
above the skies,
if you surround yourself
with eagles,
long enough.
But an angel,
disguised as an injured bird
waits for you,
by your patio door.

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INKTOBER: NEMOPHILIST
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April 18, 2020
 

I know you.
You are the one
wearing that smile
even though last night
you barely slept.
Your selfies tell a different story
the one you don't want others to know.
Happiness on the face
but there's pain in your soul.
I think the world of you.
The way you stand upright,
refusing to fall.
You walk through the
madness and if  you had to,
you'd crawl.
So, the strongest souls i know,
to the one's reading this now.
When the world throws its punches,
defend yourself and adjust your CROWN.

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BE THE SPARK IN YOU
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March 28, 2020
 

I want to co-create with you
and i want to watch what you do

I want to be your safe place
and your craziest adventure.

I want to make you smile
and hold you when you cry.

I wany to inspire you,
and learn from your wisdom

I want to stand still with you
and run hard towards our future..  

                                                                ~him

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BEAUTY BEVERAGE
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December 16, 2019
 

Does the sun promise to shine,
no, but it will.
Even behind the darkest clouds it will
and no promise will make it shine longer or brighter.
For that its fate,
to burn until it can burn no more.
     So, to love you is not my promise
     it is my fate,
     to burn until i can burn no more...

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JULI
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June 22, 2019
 

I head to a bar
And sip on some cognac.
I have always been this person
who finds erratic ways to cope up with the pain.
Who would know it better than you?
The first you saw me
Was In a lounge where our story rests
Rolling a couple of joints
And sipping on some beer.

But this time
It was different  
I reeked of alcohol in a bar
That reeked of loneliness
And before the whiskey could hit me
Your memories did.
There is a table
On the extreme corner           
Of this empty bar
Where I used to sit
And tell stories of heartbreaks
To the walls that listened
And at other times
Closed down on me.
Nostalgia comes and takes a seat
Next to mine
And slides a postcard...

DARK NIGHT
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May 12, 2019
 

It might be the herb
The leaves
Packed
In a joint resting
Between my fingers.
Or the
Glass
Half filled
With single malt
That stares me
In the eye,
Resting on the table
Beside me.

It might be the pictures
That make me go crazy
Or is it the joint?
Or the drink?
Or our memories?
Whatever it is
Summed up in a picture.
They were your thoughts
Glowing in my face
When the light hit me
And there
In my picture
Were you
More than me.

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NAVIGATION
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March 10, 2019
 

I wish I could carry your heart
In my hand
Or the pocket
Of my shirt
Where it embraces
Mine
Through a curtain
Of translucent skin.

I wish I could keep your heart
Somewhere
In the drawer
Of my study table
Or between the pages
Of my favorite
Poetry book

I wish I could place your heart
Under the pillow
While I went to sleep
Or just thought about
You,
At night;
Sometimes during day,
Or if I could just
Place it
On the desk
In my classroom
On the notebook
And pen down stories
And poems
About how it breaks
And how it bleeds.

I wish I could have your heart
If not your soul
I wish I could have your heart
If not you.

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February 21, 2019
 

People dance when the music comes in,
And they cry when the words hit them.
Just a little tale of melody. Of words making love to music.

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HOPE BATEMAN
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February 20, 2019
 

Amidst friendships and euphoria,
And love beside them with a cigarette dangling.
Somewhere
Between those stages
Of subconscious and consciousness
I failed
To find
A safe haven.

But somewhere between the search
Of reality and truth
I looked around
To find
A cure.
Memories were
The tonic
That would heal.
And cover
The wounds

The one that would leave scars
On skin
To bring back
The memories
To heal.

The perpetuity
And the euphoria
The back and forth
Brought me
Back and forth
To you.
Time and Time again.

Never had I known
You're not of me
But I am
Of you, yours
Since long
Until forever.

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BHAVYA SINHA
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February 14, 2019
 

The words clung on to the scarred skin to weave stories.

Dripping rum
Set them free
Into nothingness.

Craving for a touch,
Volatile,
Vulnerable
Those words.

A slight
Sensuous touch
Of the moonlight.
And they were stars.

Part of a constellation.
Each star
A sentence.

And a constellation
Unheard
Our story
Unknown
Shining in the sky above.

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VISIONS
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February 7, 2019
 

A poet
And a poetess
Fell in love.
And their union
Like a night sky
A star and the moon
Playing hide and seek
Behind the covers
Of clouds.

Their passion
Dripping down their
Young skins
With drops of rum
Dripping down
Their tongues

They embraced
The voids
The flaws
And their stories
Clinging to each other
With words
Wringing out
Of their wrenched hearts.

A poet
And a poetess
Fell in love.
Their union
Like the evening sky
Where the day kisses
The night.
And the heavens blush
Unknowingly
In the open
Clear
Evening sky.

Roses rained
On their skins
And honey dripped
Off their skins.
Their sensuous touches
Crawling
Through each other's bodies
Gently
Like a dead leaf
Floats
And flies
In...

VISIONS
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February 5, 2019
 

I peel off the skin,
Chapped,
Dried,
A little burnt,
From the scorching
Cigarette filters
Clenched tightly
Between my lips.

I peel off the skin,
Slowly and steadily.
Dead as it is,
A part of me.


A part you kissed
Chapped
Dried
A little burnt
Since you left
And most importantly
Dead.

I peel it off
So that
I embrace someone,
Kiss someone.
And they don't
remember
Or know,
What it was like,
With you...

If she's better
Or you were...

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ISHAAN ADITYA
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October 27, 2018
 

Let's get lost in a night,
A night in which we don't make love,
A night in which we don't cuddle,
A night in which we don't share words,
A night in which we just share our togetherness,
And embrace the presence of each other's soul.
A night far away
From words and expressions.
A night in which we just share moments
And don't intertwine in any sense.
A night in which,
We look up at the sky and talk to the moon,
A night in which stars are our only companions
And silence the only language.

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DARK NIGHT
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September 15, 2018
 

Kiss me a decade later
And I'll still remember
The touch
The taste of your lips
Forever.

Hug me a lustrum later
And I'll still feel the warmth
that radiates off your skin
and soul
Forever.

Caress my hair
An century later
And I'll still remember
The warmth
of your wrinkled palms
and hands
Forever.

Make love to me
an eon later
And I'll still
kiss you after it's over.
Brew some coffee
and smoke with you
with laughter
Forever.

Hold my hand
A millenium later
And Ill still
never ket go of your hand
For I vowed to hold it
Forever.

Walk a while with me
After a lifetime
And I'll still synchronise
My footsteps with yours
For I'd promised to walk
by your s...

THE KISS
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September 15, 2018
 

A smile,
Too enticing,
That calls for love
From each shred of my bone.

The porch,
the aisle,
the balcony,
the terrace,
the room
Each corner smells of you.

There's a part of you,
a part of you
in the memories
that engulf my vision
on those abandoned,
lonely roads.

Where my hand craves
the touch of your
warm skin.
Where my fingers wait
to intertwine with yours.

Where my smile waits
for your presence.
Because it doesn't come to me,
Unless I look at you
and absorb enough of you
in my veins
to breathe
and achieve solace.

The stories I write,
The poems I pen down,
The heartbreak that I speak of,
Has remnants of you.
The applauds I recieve,
Are my trib...

BHAVYA SINHA
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