Ankur Surin Poems

I piled up my memories,
Both old and new;
Bitter and sweet
To make an Everest.
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Yesterday, today and the tomorrow,
I need to borrow,
mourn a dying sun
soaked in the dew of sorrow.
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She hears you sigh
through her eyes,
peeping at you
over a book
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It hasn't rained here, yet.
I long to hear those
early lone drops patter on the
earth dusting off
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I belong to me,
Not to you or to anyone else in the world;
Not to the beguiling hope,
Not to the everlasting despair;
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I tried.
Believe me I did,
Only I failed miserably.
Nevertheless I tried
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Lid the light,
curl up on the sheet
and breathe the night.
Grab a pillow,
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I posed a question to you;
my overtures implied.
Hope patched with anxiety,
conviction thread-bare
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Blood stain on your hands!
How dirty can you get with
Puddle as mirror?
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