Deepa Thomas Poems

I am a night traveler
Travel all through the night
And my bed is a sailing boat
I reach for my bed every night
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God created us like a blank paper
More white than milk
More pure than rain
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Alone in that desolate cemetery
Not a single soul around
Near the grave with a marble angel
Laden with a bunch of roses
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Let a thousand miles come between us
I can still feel your love
Warmth of your breath
Safeness of your arms
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Another day paving the way
For night to reign
Fading away slowly
Never to return again
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When silence can talk
And communicate in volumes
Can words express more?
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Dark, Mysterious eyes,
Holding a hundred untold secrets
In their hidden depths
Gazed, deep into mine
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A lonely bird
Talked to me one day
About life, about love
About loss, about gain
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Sitting on your regular park bench
Watching the people around
Deep in your own thoughts
Smiling occasionally
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Sometimes words loose meaning
Like on this grim and depressing night
Today even my own image
Expunge me with renewed dread
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