Asavri Dhillon Poems

One touch and the light will glow
With my hand in the winter's bough
I ran so far that now I can't ignore
The touch of mine on the winter's bough
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All the roses have bloomed
by the muddy road
The sun hid his face
And kept crying in sorrow
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A girl in red dress laced with black,
Was sitting with her hands folded,
And eyelids exposed.
Her lips were the reason of rose's softness,
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I met a magician
Amidst the fog by a lake
He lived in a cottage
And had a beard- black.
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After breaking apart, am reborn
As people never groan
Am reborn, into a new personality
Where people can't doubt my ability
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Is there any relation between a pen and a poet?
Only a pen knows,
Not the poet.
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A worn out diary breathes in my chest
It carries billions of words
Yet it never wept.
The rhythm of falling rain
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The soul still slips on the black ice of love
The heart still sows seeds of kisses
The brain still feeds the atmosphere with insecurities
The Sun still shines trying to melt the cold away.
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The dimly lit room with a candle
Her finger tips dripping in blood
Dance on the piano keys slowly
Kissing the music with her broken pieces
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Pain is beautiful.
A perfect union of fire and peace is love.
A drop of venom in the veins
Ripping apart every piece of a glazed paper stained red
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