Shreyansh Swarnakar Poems

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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