Li-mer-ence, isn't it a beautiful word?
It sounds like sunlight dancing at the periphery of the greens,
Dew drops tinkling as they hit that metal grill,
Windows blurry from the fog of dawn,
Your beloved in your arms, slurping tea obnoxiously
It smells like citrus fruits wetted by summer rains,
The peeling paint of your tree house hanging,
Cobblestones reeling from the grace of sky's showers,
That vegetable stew your mum can't stop feeding you
It looks like birds of spring flying north,
Quiet sunsets with a flute of champagne,
Surrounded by friends under fairy lights,
Strangers smiling, a pleasant day, indeed!
Can you imagine my disappointment,
Learning that it was what I felt about you?
Involuntary attachment, unwavering obsession,
Your eyes were my fatal psychedelic,
Drowning in them was hardly my choice
Your gaze lingers with questions of a chance,
Not a first, nor a second,
Oh, well beyond the third
But, did you forget our countless plans?
How you ditched them,
No thoughts or feelings spared
Reasons arose aplenty,
Reasons arose, nary any difficulty,
Just like the moon rises everyday,
It's clockwork for you to elicit a sigh,
A sigh of disappointment, however reluctant, from me.
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A budding writer's collection
PoetryJust a bunch of poems written as and when I feel to write them
