Shreyansh Swarnakar

True love happens once;
It happened to me before
You walked into my life,
Still I loved her more.
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O whirlwind of my innards,
Where are you going?
O white raven, what douses that gloam in the panes of your windows?
O harbinger of change,
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Feel the grass touch your skin
Make yours a new home for the dew-drops
Whose reigner signals them with a dazzling beckoning light and chirps, 'Enough leaving, time to leave'.
The dew-drops have gone, do not mock their presence
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The gates of church aren't ajar but they aren't closed either.
Early in the morning from between their bars,
I feed you my devotion- your hands that had fanned away that dreaded mist that now condenses on every inch of your palpable being, now you raise above your head.
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Now I know how it felt
When I left you to fend for yourself.
You sat there, elbows on knees, face in palms,
While we turned our backs on you and made merry.
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Writes he languid, celerity is in his thoughts,
Scribbles words cross to make a point straight.
Scum born of cleansing filth in soapwater is his mind's hat,
Beneath is a daydream soap-bubble of colours eight.
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I still wash the words Ulysses said
With my fluid thoughts red.
What he said means as much to me
As he does fret when he sees me askance.
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Now, Love, since tears of separation escape you,
Not from me; Alas, no-the heavens are not thus kind.
The ring of the bell that was rung to break you from your all, did break you and your heart.
I, gadabout for rock-seeping feelings, could pay your kin no feel, no used balm.
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Blue skies like blue eyes,
Attractive albeit deceptive.
Leaves of trees swaying in the breeze
That sweeps the embers conceived
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There's poison in this sweet red wine,
No one else can see it but me; there's poison in this sweet red wine.

I could suck it all up
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A thousand times harder it toils
Languid labourer though my heart's been forever.
My russet face, eyes wide ajar but bear the spoils
Of the ravages of the gushing winds that my lifeline do sever.
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You and me- as impossible as a rainbow caught in the midnight breeze.
You and me in a vignette atop the solarized waves.

You and me- as timeless as the blood of the earth.
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Here in another palely lit stream,
Swordfights of friends beget staunch ripples,
Crumbling rocks of ice, sweeping warts
Into a womb of garlands and bonds
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