Asavri Dhillon

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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Walking down the sidewalk by the river,
Looking at the falls crashing down with force,
The city lights were playing with their reflection,
And the lovers kissed.
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The healer sat down to make an elixir,
It was bitter.
How could it be sweet?
The balance between the misery n happiness-
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To the Moon n the Sun,
whispering in the night sky.
Hold the constellation,
That speaks the language
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What verse should I write for you Autumn?
We haven't met yet, spring just stepped in.
Have you taken a rebirth this year?
Or are just continuing the fable you left last year?
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Warm feet rest on the cold floor,
The brain focuses on the movements of muscles.
For a second, the soul can wander freely,
Oh, the muscles contract, twist and turn.
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Her skin shone gold in the dappled light
With her soft feet gently touching the glass floor
In the wait of her beloved
Gracefully she danced to the beat of her heart
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Surrounded by darkness
Overlooking billions of lives
Wars, love, tears, laughs
Oh, how lifeless I've felt
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The days I was told the stories of lovers
Who lost themselves in love
it sounded unreal to me
now being one of them
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When dyeing clothes,
the excess dye is squeezed out.
When the cloth is wet,
the colour is usually darker.
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We're born,
then handed different glasses throughout,
as long as we breathe.
We fill them with emotions, actions, words, ambitions, and memories.
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