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walking down familiar lanes never realised they had changed withered, eroded muddied, faded trees lining street-ends had grown dustier leaves rattled by storms had grown mustier walking down familiar lanes never realized how I had changed never stopped to care even when omens lay bare as the last grains of the hour glass called for…
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the night grows on as minutes burn to hours I lie in my bed curled in the sheets that was once ours ♥ the matted off-white blanket the stains on the pillows remind me just how inconsolably incomplete I am ♥ like frozen ashes your smell from the covers slowly replaces the air in my…
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the trams rush by and people crawl away the crowded streets feel suffocated a blast of smoke erupts from a bike’s rear end and the dried leaves licking dust slither away under the scorching sun a desolate urchin bored of neglect huddles at the corner finds a glob of spittle catch his interest and draws in…
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A paroxysm to sire. A wanderlust, a desire. Soledad, I come home. Wish for a glass of Merlot and dream of Rome ♥ Following my mind, you pull me close ‘Leave behind the mires’, you urge me so. ♥ In the dark of the room, you lead me on. Tease me, seduce me, on the desk, then…
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scarred by your words the insolence of your allegations coarse and obscene have mercilessly annihilated all of me how heartless blew apart the love and the likes a stream of dislikes the insults and the strikes to put up with these no longer I wish asphyxiating cut right to the bone every breath let out are…
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Blue is the day so is the air I breathe the sky I look at reflects how I feel ♥ Blue is my heart and the blood in my veins so is the sea that hides what lies far away ~~~~~ Asha Seth
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When she got married, her mother spent sleepless nights. Oblivion engulfed her mornings, tea went cold each time, cups were returned to the kitchen counter, unbelievably from a tea-addict like her. ♥ Her favorite dishes, sweet and sour, left untouched for hours, begged to be devoured. Morsels cut down to halves, chewed painfully longer, without…
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On restless evenings, filled with utter hopelessness, Lying sprawled under the ceiling, weaving mindless fantasies. I wish for the hundredth time, that we crossed paths, someday. And also curious, that if we ever met again, what would it be like? A thousand memories lie scattered on the floor, From that day, when it all ended.…
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Asha Seth 