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Awake through countless nights
staring at blank to catch your glimpse,
my eyes cried day long
with the passage of yet another.
 
Stoned they remained open,
hoping to soak your shadow dark;
searching through the misted void
of a tint that would have then painted my rainbow.
 
Gone as thou a wisp
or maybe a whisper unheard,
haunting the dirtiest grey
color of smoke is what they reflect.
 
My sight no longer holds your vision
charred are now the images within…
enough memories collected have I,
let my tears wash some away.

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Writing My Destiny

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The pens I’ve saved,
From very many years;
Now write my words-
Of my smile n my tears.

The ink of my destiny,
Was resting till now
As if in waiting-
To support my silent vow.

Perhaps I had known:
So saving through years,
Maybe It’s Their Gratitude;
That their Ink is Now My tears.

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Submitted for Friday Flash 55

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De-Fence

Phlebotomized Matrimony

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The shape poem is Vermilion Box. The Betel Leaves are held by the bride to cover her face. The presentation of the poem is according to the Hindu Bengali Wedding! Red/Sindoor/Kumkum is considered to be the color of wedded women.

This poem is about my afflicted relationship with my ex; how it had become immediately after the wedding!

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Submitted for Friday Flash 55

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Glowing Darkness

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