Lost Key

It’s like you haven’t had a glass of water in ages,

Someone has tied you up.

And then you see the fountain of sparkling water, flowing endlessly right in front of you,

But you can’t reach it.

 

 

 

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You are going west again,

Lights have started dimming again.

Stay.

 

Chirps are getting quieter,

Winds are getting cooler.

Stay.

 

Swans are returning home,

Ripples are now getting calm.

Stay.

 

Just like yesterday,

Just like tomorrow,don’t go.

Stay.

 

Sun, why don’t you listen?

Help me freeze this moment.

So please stay.

 

 

 

 

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Warm Cup of Sunlight

I drank a warm cup of sunlight,

In this icy cold weather.

Little marshmallows,

And some chocolate chips,

Made the sunlight even more sweeter.

So If you are cold,

It’s is just for 5 dollar.

But only for you,

I’ll give it for free.

In return you kiss me,

By the Arabian Sea.

 

 

 

 

 

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Year and Year After

Every winter,

Year and year after,

Birds hide and secretly sing.

Behind the snow covered hill,

From those naked trees,

With the frozen breeze.

Yearning for its lover.

Of their intimate moments,

And when the sky was golden.

Chirp after chirp,

Tune after tune,

Year and year after.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Perishing Library

One day, soon someday,

The phantom pain of the amputee,

Will slip from memory’s grip.

Dreams with voices would no longer cut adrift,

No more will it bewail the loss.

But except every once in a long time,

When a stranger leans in as lovingly,

It would flood again,

Gasping for the next breath,

Taking to vague restlessness,

But still in relief,

To have saved the book of memory,

From that perishing library.

 

 

 

 

 

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My Treasure Box

On that disused and forgotten road,

You will find my treasure box.

Containing the love I owned,

And thoughts of my heart’s desire.

My innocent alacrity and vehement ways.

Oh those times, all has gone away.

Locked up somewhere on those roads.

To go there again and unbox what was lost.

That’s a hope I hold.

 

 

 

 

 

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