Paint me a memory .

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Paint me a memory so bright,
Under the darkness of my sleepy eyes.
A memory so bright,
from those pages that we wrote together,
in this fast filling notebook of life.

Paint me a memory so bright,
with colors that bring feelings to life.
A memory so bright.
To light up, even for a moment,
the dullness of this lonely night.

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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!

If Broken Hearts Could Cry ..

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If broken hearts could cry,
the tears would be bloody.
Weakness, nausea and painless pain.
Tears, straight out of the heart.
Like blood oozing out of the veins.
A bloody chest and dry eyes.
The heart growing weaker,
because thats where the pain arises.

If broken hearts didn’t have to
take permission from the brain,
to express and accept defeat.
The brain could manipulate
and shut the real deal.
But broken hearts are honest.

Honest tears of broken hearts
would speak for themselves.
And when blood oozes out,
they might call an ambulance.
The way they never would
for a teary-eyed man.