Priya Yanambaka

Like the random splash of water on a window,
Like the untimely breeze on a lonely shore,
We move through dimensions,
That are written and confined,
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When I was a child,
My father scribbled lies,
On houses that we painted blue,
And preached us anger and felony,
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Sipping coffee and reading papers,
I let the years of memories rewind,
Like winter and autumn,
You held me so close,
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Like the blend of arrogance in a symphony,
Crossing paths and diving deep,
Never falling sleep,
In the arms of solitaire,
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Like solving the mystery of a stranger,
The topography of your body unwinds,
Letting me outline your smooth hands,
Reflecting an endless journey of lies,
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Hues overlapped the seasons of smiles,
When you walked away,
Clouding minds with denial,
Swinging hearts with a sway,
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Waiting in a dark room for your love,
I scribble your promises on my hand,
Breathing and dying like a trapped bird,
I fight with time again and again,
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The snow melts away like it never belonged here,
Although I kept caressing her like a child,
She said she wanted to finish her vengeance,
On the other side of the wild,
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