Poetic Stories
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How much do I love thee?Maybe the breeze that comesFrom my place at the mountainsTo yours by the seaCan tell you.
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People ask us why do we live togetherWhy haven’t we gone our own wayWe stopped being lovers a long time backWe aren’t a couple anymoreWe may not even be friendsAnd yet we continue togetherLeading separate livesBut staying in one house.
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I have not been kind to youYet you have supported all my whims I have not been respectful of youYet you have always done your best by me I have not taken care of you as you deserveYet you have striven to keep me safe
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The prognosis was badBut our enthusiasm was highNow that we had an expiry onOur time togetherWe decided nothing mattered moreThan burying the hatchetAnd moving aheadLike we were starting anew.
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What do you think love isI asked my circle that dayWe were 18 then,So our dreams were tinged with unrealityUnbroken by adulthoodUnrestrained by truthDoused in optimismAnd all those romances we had read.
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You said girls who can play the guitar are hotSo I went and enrolled myself into a guitar class. You said ‘Hero’ was your favourite songSo I tried to learn how to sing it for you.
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Red dressSlit up my thighA gun in handI enter the party. Red lipstickAdorning my lipsA flying kiss to the girl on the leftAs the guard raises his gun.
tales of Suchita 