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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…