. From Bones to Dust .

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From bones to dust,
into thin air;
Your pain dissolved.
Your existence;
into thin air.
You who laughed once,
and cried for life.
For life,
and sunny days together.
Days that never came..
that would now never come.
You who turned from bones to dust.
Your existence,
a beautiful dream for us.
A dream dreamt at dawn;
Half asleep,
begging the hour to hold on.
Nearing the end
Of an autumn song.
But when winter comes,
nights are long.
And they who loved,
and laughed once,
turn from bones to dust.
For the world,
their memories rust.
But for hearts that broke :
Stardust.

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Our Cups of Tea .

They say you’ll never come back.
That my words won’t find their way to you.
And yet, I send them out into the universe.
I ignite your soul with my thoughts
and bring back to life
the fading memories of my childhood under your wings.

They say you’re gone, but only I know..
How you haunt my cups of tea.
How you paint your smile into my eyes.
How you take me on a ride back home.
To you, and me, and our cups of tea.

I close my eyes;
breathe in the fragrance I know so dearly.
And there, for a moment,
we melt together into the secrets of invisiblity.

Coffee Musings ..

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Favourite coffee corner in my room.                                                              For more on my instagram : @bovarysme

Cup your hands around me,
and I’ll give you warmth.
I know what your hands are seeking,
in this cold lonely world.

I know you are lost, my friend.
Let me lend you comfort on your path.
I know you’ve got a mountain to climb.
And so many answers to find.

Let me quench your thirst in this snowstorm,
with a sip of boiling enlightenment.

☕️ ☀️

The Dying Fire.

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As a part of the photo-poetry collaboration that I started. This photo was sent by @himanshu_durden on instagram.

How innocent is our hopeful being.
Like a bonfire on a monsoon night :
Life, wishes and the happy things.
Everything goes down the drain.
What was once a bundle of flames,
Ready to consume and destroy.
At the same time, spreading warmth and joy.

A burning passion ;
Its destiny prewritten.
A drop of rain, and a few others
Come pouring down ;
A forbidden love that it was.
Of fire and water.
Like that of life
and constant laughter.
And yet the foolish
union was awaited,
But everything was to die out,
soon after they mated.

A drop, and then a few others.
The skies commanded a slow death
For the fire full of life.
From flames to ashes it turns.
Calling out for a breath of wind,
Like a drowning man,
in a sea of burning sins.

Truly, Madly, Deeply.

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You got me swinging in and out :
From dreams to daylight.
So close one moment ;
then out of sight.

You got me rolling with the winds.
Setting me free my love ; I got the wings!
You got me bouncing, dancing ;
Skipping heartbeats, panting.

Breathless I come to you.
Hopeless I cry to you.
You got my cup of love filled.
Baby its overflowing!
And there it spilled!