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“when” it never came by…

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so…

when i was comfortable last time…

when i wasn’t moving…if time did

or i was (un) conciously blind…

when i could snap the moments

in laziness

.

when day was the colours

passed by

and people were yellow and flies

buzzing around

.

when was last time

my house was spotless clean

with me lonely

politically unsound

.

when was last time

i rejoiced

its done…

and celebrated the excellence

.

when i felt intelligent

and steady like an old

last time

when

….

….

i was not the student

and knew…the naivity

of all others around….

.

when did i…if did anything…

was like…as if

creativity and intelligence

are mine…only mine

.

when i failed to understand

said the monotone

and detailing went by

and no excuses…as all the other dimensions

except mine

were lies

.

.

when was i, the saint…

and did everything right…

well i hope this “when”

only comes for the moments

just before my extreme joys…

love is like that…

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Love is like that

Its when you fall

In dark

And leave yourself

Somewhere aside

 

Love resides

Beneath the footsteps of a visitor

It comes with 

And never goes back

you keep hearing

That rustling inside

 

Love resides

Beneath your couch

It comes as dust

With wind blowing

Inside

And we sweep it

But whenever you see next day

Its beneath your couch

 

Love is found in dark

our eyes struggle to see

light a candle

It makes a circle

Complimenting the twinkle

Around

 

love is failure

confusion

and lost

love is for losers

enjoy the free fall…

 

don’t try too hard…

I don’t know…

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somewhereIt seemed quiet relentless

As heart is away from my body

Far off uneasy and pounding

Never let, drags my body

Somewhere, where it’s unable to reach

Like a child, dragging mother to toy

Mind goes blank, couldn’t find solution

And says, better you sit

The heart is felony and childish

But, somewhere I lie

Listening them both

Clueless in quarrel

I love the child but mind overtakes

Sitting here but caressing

My weeping heart

As I don’t have money to buy the toy.