Deepti DMello

Under layers of realisations
Stays a stillness of acceptance
With questions buried
And strangled restlessness
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When dreams collapse
In abyss of soul
A forest within grows
Beholding a new universe
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My soil grows daffodils with thorns plenty
Enticing me to touch, to be pricked as I hold carelessly
I cry and bleed in pain, vowing never to feel them again
But then the petals shed, fly high to touch caress my pain
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I have felt you in air, in the cold
In the rain that pours down on me
Every little thing that makes me alive
You are in it, without you being anywhere close
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Fog has dispersed, reality evident
Lake muddled, carrying ruins of life
Trees lifeless, no more thirsts for divine
Velvet roads revealing blackened cracks
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