Intuitive

Believing in my intuitive sense ,

I took a leap of faith;

Would it be a mirage or a real pond,

Risks were plenty, the desert has a lot of them-

It is upon me to decide, which path to follow

And understand who would stand by me forever.

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Three strings

They were meant to intertwine together,

With their proportions unmatched,

Leaning on each other would not work;

Coeval relation, was what they desired,

Anger burned and frustration killed them-

Only when two of them learnt to be amiable,

They did twist , turn , formed a nice braid.

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Floating

On earth, walking, numb

Mind seems to decide its own way,

My feet are taking a turn.

P.S. – I don’t know , why I wanted to write this . But my mind does really know how to work on its own.

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Words Left Unsaid (From His viewpoint)

It is frustrating , exhilarating-

I get baffled okay, cannot react the best way,

Silence, it makes coping easier,

Your constant prodding and pricking my head ;

Questions which I can’t seem to answer,

Did you know , your talking wrecks my brain,

I need some rest, not an IQ testing late at night,

Still we talk , I mean respond to your questions

Isn’t that conversation enough?

We meet when you want us to,

As a man I do my part well of listening,

At least you don’t get to complain,

You might not be doing well, but you are an adult,

A women ought to dissolve her mental difficulties , herself;

As if I could ever help you with that,

And don’t you dare compare me to others,

You know fairy tales are not true

You ask me not to call and the next moment you want me to fight,

Is ‘Lunatic’ the new adjective for you?

Loving you almost comes naturally, to me

Present seems alright, future is yet to come,

Why don’t we just enjoy the way things are?

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Words Left Unsaid ( From her viewpoint)



I wish you I could understand this ,

When you put obvious efforts to avoid me,

It might be the ‘nothing stage’ in your head;

For me it definitely is something-

Where I have to act as the mature one,

Precisely is it always the situation? May be,

I have lost count now,

You might tell me about the space a man needs,

Again that would be fruitful had we been too close.

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Floodgates

The floodgates are up,

There’s a rush through

I can’t seem to control it,

Might have denied it earlier

But now I know I want you.

Muslin

Soft and light weight

The cotton threads interwined,

Preparing something strong and reliable,

I hope it lasts longer than

I think it will.

P.S. – The design was something I doodled keeping this composition in mind.

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Deceiving

How am I suppose to say?

We are done,

We are not right together,

When all I see is your love,

The way you feel and care,

All the happiness you share unconditionally,

I couldn’t ask you to leave,

So I said the future is unknown,

Yet I will wait for you,

Make your choice, select the one

Someone who you can laugh with,

Share all your grief and be yourself

Who keeps you and family together,

Somebody perfect for you-

Hoping secretly, thinking of what could be.

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