poetry
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The courtship is whirlwindEach of us on our best behaviourGiving and taking equallyBeing magnanimous because we can afford to be.
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There is a line between you and IOne which we do not crossAnd now, neither of us can crossBecause it is filled with too muchAnger and bitterness.
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Your silky caress on my fingersYour ability to contain my sorrowAnd your skill at eliciting shrieks of laughterSurely you must be an enchantressFor keeping me in your thrallDay after dayLong night after long nightBringing me to the edge of my seatLulling me into a sense of peace.
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I am angry at youSo very angry.When did my life start revolving around you?When did your happiness start to matter more than mine?Why can’t I seem to breathe till I catch a glimpse of you?Why does the world feel cold when you’re not around?Why must I suffer so?Why must you torture me so?
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It’s not that time of the year withoutThe sun setting in the west earlier than usualTime becoming celebratory, shedding its torment like a second skinThe smell of mum’s cooking emanating from the kitchenColourful lights adorning the treesHearts brimming with sweet cheer,As all prepare to welcome the new year.
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In the deep of nightWhen the stars shine brightIn the early mornAs dew drops glitterOn a busy afternoonI hear your heart’s songLong forgotten…half rememberedA melody that dancesA memory that bursts forth.On a balmy eveningAs the sun bids its adieuAnd the birds sing a farewellI remember you.
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A fruit so divineSweet, fresh and burstingWith a rotund figure to protectThe juicy innerCould one truly enjoy the sweetWithout the taste of bitter?
tales of Suchita 