Plant hope in the barren soul

Be a beacon of light In someone’s desolate depths, Be a flare of fun In someone’s glooming grief. … Bring out the childlike cheerfulness, From their dull dreariness, Bring the wandering weary home, And put them to some rest. … Hear them speak About their loneliness, Then hear some more, As they open up aboutContinue reading “Plant hope in the barren soul”

Almost like love

Blushing cheeks and sweaty hands, Heartbeats dance a butterfly dance, Almost like love. … Engraved initials in inky hearts, Stolen glances and hidden love notes, Almost like love. … Spring breeze and sashaying trees, Blossoming lilies in burbling creeks, Almost like love. … Silver moonlight and twinkling stars, Granted wishes in stardust shower, Almost likeContinue reading “Almost like love”

One more life

“Listen”, he said, Turning and looking at her serene, sleepy face, To which, she raised a brow, Without opening her eyes, “Don’t go”, he said, “just stay..” She smiled, eyes still shut, Tracing a finger on d edges of his face, Making a mental note of his features, “You know”, she chimed, “I don’t wantContinue reading “One more life”

I want you to stay

Because I wear my heart on my sleeve, And I’ve had it broken many a times, By relying too much, or sometimes too little, Or letting my hopes fly too high, Like a raging wildfire.. Before you came by And you showed me.. That it was ok.. to expect people to love you The wayContinue reading “I want you to stay”

Come dance with me

I know, and you know, That we’re only momentary, Cramped within the lifespan of a snowflake, Or a marshmallow dipped in hot chocolate, A hangover that lasts, only until next morning, But while we’re here, under the starlit skies, Let’s leave the affliction for tomorrow, The pain and the sorrow, Till then, come dance withContinue reading “Come dance with me”

Furniture of my heart

Welcome to the humble abode of my heart, Just mind your head a bit, And leave your shoes in the steel blue shoe rack, In the hallway of the inferior vena cava. … Let me invite you for tea, In the autumnal red atrium, Passing through the tricuspid door entry, Leaving our rancour outside. …Continue reading “Furniture of my heart”

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