Dreams, Poetry, Positivity / Motivational

Irrelevancy

What are eyes of scorn

or daggers wield by speech;

fear naught he convinced

for irrelevancy holds no dominance

over his lambency.

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Dreams, Positivity / Motivational

Fingertips

Laid in bed

a stone throw away from sleep

a mind full of figurative

saturated with hues and

bobbing glints

yet unknowingly caged in

were all of these;

and when she wandered off

into her supposedly eden setting

how untouched it was of riches or vanity

yet conspicuously coated of warm pink kinship

and piles of fable reads;

Oh what irony, for her utopia

was always just at her fingertips.

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Love, Poetry

Far away

The warm and moist

soft paced breathing

plunges on her cheeks

as she encased her lids

with his presence by

tranquil

gratitude

set upon her entirety

as if this was the reward of 28 years of hardship

nothing could ever come close

to this felicity

to this immense blessing;

Widening her eyes

as clarity trails with reality

the blank sight emerges

she then knew

how far away he was

from where he was supposed to be.

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Love, Poetry

Wonder

What did your pair of brown round eyes caught

when they lay upon mine;

was it

that cushy familiar sense

that sooth your soul

the subtle tinglings

along your skin

or the eager palpitating of your heartbeat

alongside the bellowing anguish

from our welded hearts

for an aperture stood amid we;

or was it none

perchance you saw a mere past

you have left behind;

I can only wonder

through my grievous days and nights

of what you saw

in me that night.

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Poetry, Positivity / Motivational

Hearth

Summer rises

along with her trails of stone path

red bricks lined antique cities

fine fresh faces of a roaring crowd;

First times conquered

unfamiliar territories entered

never known colours of ember

struck up amongst her blazing fervour;

Yet when the chill sets in

the howling crowd

turns into the screams of winds

the breadth of burn within her dimmed

she realized no warmth nor heat

burns as bold and heatedly

as the one the hearth gives-

of where home is.

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Love, Poetry

Without a doubt

There it stood

a mountain higher than clouds

a valley deeper than any abyss

a rift larger than all nature’s doing

all they stood

impeding us from touch

withal our hearts already weld;

they said I will never reach you

in this lifetime of mine;

so I promised

I’ll find you again

in my after;

Even without your

violet eyes

or your familiar touch

my heart will

always recognize yours

without a doubt.

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