When morrow comes

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When you speak under the moonlit sky, your words whisper the untold stories it’s rays glint

In this melodious tone, I see my dreams unravel in the flickering flame of desires

I close my eyes and hum along the rhythm of the whooshing air with all the fervor

A surge of electricity runs through my soul, so intense it makes me forget the truth

When the light sinks down a little, it takes away the clouds blurring my thoughts 

Somehow I strive to scribble them out loud before I drown, again, in this magnetism

Then dawns upon me the malediction that cages your passion and my zeal

When night descends and come morning light, I’ll know you as the stranger from the past..

 

Blemish

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It’s getting difficult 

To keep up a silent facade

The thoughts are thumping

Unbolting the bars 

Making their way  

To the carte blanche

Soon you shall see

A panoply of scars