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A catastrophic poem
Breathes carnival of leaves.
One, two, three
My protagon
Our kiss is the tea leaf brewed in monsoon air,
A moment froze in time, our lips made a rh
Rejection
a remote village
animous sparks befriend
the iron well-water.
Ripples kiss my solitude
A verdant morning
Weaves tales of
Writer’s re
Stars Drop
Death of a Poet
My non-existent literature.
My words know their freedom
When you will light the inc
‘Flower,’ the fairy spoke,
Words maddening her lifeless petals,
Sun, shying awa
I nurture my suicide bomb
Delicate petals of roses
A verdant pond
Blemished
Emotionally Unavailable
Kiss of the Dragonfly
Fall colors play my fantasy
a reality once lost in vanity.
My winter sword honors m
I need you
when the purple sky
Paints dreams and I
try to reach out to
Emotions barren
Fruits of tears relish
a long forgotten girl
who wanted to b
In the luxury of reveries and a heart, melting like chalk dust, the day grinned to an unfaithful
My reincarnation
A psychedelic self, aborted in four walls
Jealousy is a broken cupboard
Old Clothes fitted in
My seamstress’ nightmare.
It Was A Crescent Moon
My spinsterhood will miss you Ma, in times of fright when my hand quivers,
