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Fluffy pillows, an afternoon nap, Rudely awoken by a thunderclap, “Get up now, rise and shine, Freshen up, it’s almost time.” To this booming voice she arose, And had just barely struck a pose, When the floorboards parted, fair and square, And…

After months, it rained today, Clouds-pensive shades of grey, Covered the sky on this dark day, While my thoughts went astray. Settled on you, how’ve you been? We hardly talk, inbetween, Worldly aim and squandered dream, I wonder though, how…

When all the lights flicker out and silence reigns, Save for the ticking of the clock on the wall, You hear the sound of your mind wandering lanes- The static of its erratic footfall. Sometimes it reaches the same place twice, And often, a hun…

Frantic feathers. For even fearless falcons fall, Fighting for freedom….

I suppose it was on the Monday after the storm, That I realised you were important to me. Like little waves lapping your feet at the shore, The realisation lapped around my heart, Till the rhythm was attuned to my heartbeat. And I drew comfort f…

Swirling steam. Coffee cups. Long conversations, Engaging the mouth, the mind, And the racing hearts. The best cold coffee I’ve ever had. Late nights. Every text a new page Of your favourite book. Silence has never been so poetic….

So the rain came down in torrents, when it hadn’t rained in weeks. The sheets of rain against the pane, formed puddles in the streets. I was in the middle of a meeting, with you, on your departure day, but thunder roared and raindrops poured b…

That’s the irony of a rainy day, Either the potential rainbow seeps into your heart, Or the rainstorm does. They’re puppets, controlled by your heartstrings, Contingent on the presence of a co-puppeteer, Or the absence thereof. Or so they s…

Pretty was an incongruous term to describe the garden. There was no organised effort or orderly bloom of flowers. No wanderer would spare it a second glance. The butterflies and beetles had long bored of its unkemptness. Between the overgro…