The Voices I hear…

The Voices I hear…

The psychic in me talks a lot. Sometimes it’s just difficult to differentiate between the voice blabbing in my head than the voice whispering in my ears.

Time to Unlatch??

Time to Unlatch??

I thought if I’d run I’ll catch you. And here we were –Like Poles of a magnet. The more I ran towards you, stronger you repelled from me. —– (Process of unlatching should commence when those feelings are cluttered in disarray. Twitching of reins must come to an end when it’s making you go bonkers. …

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Liberation: From self-imposed eclipses

Liberation: From self-imposed eclipses

She donned the darkness gloriously… When engulfed mine, I finally breathed.

Strings Attached, Heart-strings intact

Strings Attached, Heart-strings intact

Gentle touch to those strings summoned up the past; throbbed her veins, made her quiver, ignited scintillant glow. “I will be your new puppet” cheered a homemaker-turned-professional Tennis-Head.

What’s your idea for a Date??

What’s your idea for a Date??

Euphonic Frank Sinatra’s music A glass of wine Classy romantic evening And a date with self❤️ What’s yours? Song that keeps playing in my head👇 Strangers in the Night Strangers in the night Exchanging glances Wondering in the night What were the chances We’d be sharing love Before the night was through? Something in your …

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My favorite Thirst Quencher

My favorite Thirst Quencher

Bare desperate feet marching towards you Lost all our yesterdays’ are the days I rue… The only ask I have now- is just one glimpse of you…

SHY

SHY

Shy Shore awaits the Tides  Embracing them when they come by Cuddling it hard before letting go Anticipation added as another woe. Moon hauls the tides, hearing those wailings So Shore could enfold them a little longer happily and squealing But as they say, there’s always two sides of a story Nobody sees the rigorous …

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Dear Mail Box

Dear Mail Box

Dear Mail Box, You were the supreme time travel machine. Finding hand written letters in that rounded trunk, delivering love every other day -you let people exchange emotions at different time. As a fantasy land, I wish to enter in you hoping to reach an era of a Stranger-Land where ‘I’ being the happy news …

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Sign

Sign

You did not speak up for me. It was a ‘Sign’

You And I

You And I

Look at me and You can see your heartbeat. An eyeful inspection & You can see your own dreams. Peep through your own soul And You’d find me. I were you and you were me Ever since the first gaze. A rough draft of your future Gained a foothold on my devotion Our clumsy Gluttony …

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