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Poems- I

Picture by my friend, quite a long time ago. 


I wouldn't call myself a poet. A good one, atleast. But every once in a while someone else takes over. Enjoy!


Wrote this one last night because I had an exam. And I felt like doing literally anything other than studying.
My favorite line: You took me in your arms
                                And like waves we collided 



Wrote this one some two months back. Just because.
My favorite line: But my heart forgets. 


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  1. Around the corridor walking quiet and shy,
    You always caught me staring with my eyes.

    Her eyes were truly captivating holding every stare,
    Tons of joy locked inside that , I can hardly bear.

    She caught me staring and simply looked away,
    If she speaks to me , I wouldn’t know what else to say.

    I swayed , remembered and I closed my eyes,
    Is this true that this is love or am I believing on lies ?

    With that sparkle in her eyes enough to make a flame,
    I wasn’t that brave enough to stay in that staring game .

    Her eyes that took me near as it may take awhile,
    just to wait and see if she would give a smile.

    Aimlessly I will keep that stare with thoughts unread,
    Just to let her know so much that was left unsaid.

    that staring game she wins yet again ..

    -S.S

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  2. Dear Stranger,

    I don't usually spill secrets
    But I think I’ll make an exception
    So listen close,
    Open your eyes wide
    Hope it adjusts your perception.
    These eyes are a delusion
    A calculated disguise,
    An alcoholic’s poison;
    Nothing but a mere illusion.
    If you look too deep, fly too close
    It’s certain; You WILL be harmed
    My flame will burn your wings
    Don't tell me you were not warned.

    -A.N

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  3. In your eyes there is so much more
    It goes beyond the deepest blue,
    Such beauty I’ve not seen before
    In your eyes I see hope and the love I have for you.

    Far beyond the white like freshly fallen snow
    I see your heart pure as a dove,
    To explain the wondrous beauty the words I don’t know
    All I can give is my own true love.

    Flecks of green and yellow spark imagination and fire
    A beauty rarely seen
    No artist’s pallet could conspire
    A picture so perfect and clean.

    But far beyond the color, I see what makes you whole
    If I look deep inside your eyes my dear, I see your soul.

    -S S

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    1. I loved the last two lines. Thank you for your comments x

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  4. Life is colourful
    But not in the way I'd like,
    Its shades keep changing
    From lemon to blue to burgundy,
    Feels like I'm living
    In a constant state of melancholy.

    Tried hard not to stare
    At the melody that kept swirling
    In front of my eyes
    And through my ears,
    Sometimes I forgot breathing.
    And it trapped me into the deep
    Clawed hard to come up from beneath,
    But it was hard to hold on
    The walls were too steep.

    Never thought I'd wish
    For a colourless life of black and white,
    Of boring creatures and ordinary sight..
    Never thought I'd be the one
    To want my seeds to sow,
    To want my roots to dig deep and grow.

    Maybe flowing with the wind
    Is not for me,
    Free-falling is not the same as flying,
    Peter should leave me alone now,
    I don't want to end up dying.

    Thought I almost saw
    Heaven from where I was,
    But it lay barren
    With no gates or guards,
    Or even angels or gods,
    Either the books or my mind are lying,
    It is overrated to wish for dying.

    But I made it through
    Somehow I swam back ashore,
    Fought the muddied waters that blinded me,
    Somehow I found my door.
    And to sanity I return,
    With lessons and scars that still burn
    It's good to look ahead with clarity,
    It's good to be back to reality.

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