but that fragrance

oh, I know its nothing
not even equal to zero
as the signals seem low
assumptions are cynical I know

but

that fragrance has a mystical flow
gives the cheeks a tantalizing glow
coercing the thoughts to behold
oh, its nothing as the signals are low

I know

Date Written: 28th April 2022
Style: Free Verse


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the many attempts to write this mysterious heart

the many attempts to write this mysterious heart out have reached the end. through with the fog which was pampering the heart to lean towards the side of that door which exists not.

sigh, a relief from the bondage of experiencing it again

but again is what I wish to experience more. roll on that side of the bed which is mine. whisper words while crushing the sheets in between where the mammals perform their act of love. teasing the lips with lips pronouncing profoundly the name given since birth. such homely assumptions speak of vain in palpitating heart. rushing the mellow air to the organ ‘skin’ flushed in pink and smiling thinking of the next act coming in few minutes.

Date Written: 26th April 2022
Style: Free Verse


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oh woman, why do you forget yourself?

why is it that you forget yourself in the ruins which you accept to have become. the lone speechless, harmless world engulfs the truth hiding behind the frozen walls. heat which only the love for self can melt that lives where, nowhere is found.

the ones who told you fairy tales existed are the ones who have not lived a life detailed in any fairy tale. and what are fairy tales? are there no lows, or the showcase of highs glitters like gold? they are for you too seed ‘hope’ which never leaves the air within you, yet you abandon it with love.

oh woman, what are those tears for? why are you not able to make them strong? what has the world not given you? why are you weak in the world’s arms? oh it only is trying to make you strong. knowing you already are yet your words are whispers which fade away like virga.

let them rain not by spoken words but actions. the percussion of each drop should reverberate inside every body making it shiver.

Date Written: 25-04-2022
Style: Free Verse

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