He’s in love…

When the sun sinks in the abyss he holds me and tells me he’s in love with my anxieties that curl around his gaze in the chill of the dark when I shiver he pulls me closer and tells me he’s in love with my fears that speak more than my lips do he grips…

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घर घर में कैद हैं…

घर घर में कैद हैंमाँ की बेताबियाँ अनेक हैंबाबा की तन्हाईयाँ ढेर हैंदीदी के सपने सरफ़रोश हैं…*घर घर में कैद हैंख्वाहिशें बेचैन हैंदिल में रंजिशें खामोश हैंआपसी शिकवे हर रोज़ हैं…*घर घर में कैद हैंहसरतें बेख़ौफ़ हैंमनमर्ज़ियों का शोर हैबगावतों का शहर है…

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Soulmates

the devotion in his eyes burst like a thousand stars purged within seconds the ghosts eclipsing her heart ~ her smile, the exalted shaman the light of his tired soul exorcised his demons making him pure and whole ~~~

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Micropoetry#71

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Micropoetry#65

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Forgotten…

those wiltingleaves of the treesyou have in your backyardlong to knowhow long will youleave them morose and witheringyou won’t even lookshe’d breathed life in thembut nowyou’re their familynurture them like she didlike you’d havehad she not left

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Micropoetry#64

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tell me otherwise…

on some days when the moon is hiding behind a cloud I see you through its eyes and I feel your gaze upon me on those nights I find your smell lingering in the corners of my bed when I climb in they hug me until I fall asleep you may deny it wasn’t love…

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maybe that’s why…

a piece of your heart is lost in the crevices of this heart of mine maybe that’s why I know you’re missing me wanting to hold me to caress my lips to drape your body over mine like a creeper vein running up a wall maybe that’s why I know you shed a silent tear…

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You were my drug…

you were my drug the one I was bare without the one I couldn’t stop craving and even though I knew you were drowning me I held on to you like a ship does for anchor you were my drug the one I couldn’t live without the one couldn’t breathe without and even though you…

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Ghostly Tales from the Indian Hills by Ruskin Bond: Book Review by Asha Seth

Author: Ruskin Bond | Genre: Horror, Indian Literature | Pages: 207 | Publisher: Speaking Tiger Vintage storyteller Ruskin Bond has created some unforgettable characters in his novels and stories, but perhaps the most memorable and unusual among them are the ghosts and spirits he has encountered. These ghosts are not always horrific; they are mysterious and often benevolent,…

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My First Attempt at NaNoWriMo

Hello, dear reader! How have you been? It’s been long we spoke. Tell me all of what’s happening with you. If not all, at least give me bits. What was October like? What did you do? Did you read much? How was Halloween? There is so much I want to know about you. Maybe, because…

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It’s a shame…

It’s a shame

that i want more of you

always more

so much more

like a hungry wolf

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Micropoetry#61

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Micropoetry#60

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4 am

you’re adrift barely breathing you’re sleeping but your ghosts are lurking although draped in slumber in your head you’re wide awake… For 4 am, is the hour to sire fresh dreams to leave behind all that couldn’t be… For 4 am, is a new bend those haunts need to rest the voices better wait they…

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Micropoetry#59

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when I stopped waiting…

the skies turned purple to pink the lilies rushed from buds to blooms the pale winds gathered words whispered love in the ears of bereaving dawns everywhere was lively everything was gay when I stopped waiting new dreams found their way under my roof in its dark dark room and lit was the heart that…

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