I'm in obsessed with faces
that I'll probably never see,
with places
that I've never been to,
Where the streets
are as thin as my palm lines,
Where even if promises are broken,
My heart aligns.
The sunrises last longer than the sunsets,
And I'm wide awake,
Not drawing lines between
the real and the fake.
The flickering streetlight,
Makes my face shine like the moon,
With all its phases,
When I tread on the lanes,
With slower paces.
For once, I want to hear
The faint music of my heart beats,
And play the silence, on repeat,
And spray paint on crumbling walls,
The initials of my name,
And for once, in a while,
Wishing my life to be the same.
-aditi
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Wavering Starlight
Poetrymy emotions are bubbling through my veins, stars with love, and darkness with pains, here am I with pen between my teeth, and a rustic paper drenched in my ink, letting all my emotions sink... welcome to a poetic voyage to my world !
