Time, her and our tale

In all my wrongs and rights
I shall write our tales
words — breathe through time,
words that span centuries,
or — go beyond,
where — least in a vortex of matters
I shall find her.
Time — is all wrong
for us now —
once she told — with a sigh
that echoes through time,
swirling around me now,
and today I capture her,
and us — the tale of our time
that tore us apart.
I now write our time,
through time,
a history that lies before us
and after us.

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In a sleepless night like this

In a sleepless night like this,
when an eternal silence is my sole companion,
a sigh suddenly
echoes your name out loud
cracking the iciness of shattering moments.
Sometime —
the neverending night
ends,
and I stand behind the close-set bars
of my window,
with a numbness gathered from an unknown life sentence,
I witness a sunrise
with a dead —
imperturbable gaze,
while the morning breeze brings me
the scent of your memories
those are long gone,
perished in dusty pages of time
yet feels so freshly wounded,
blood stains — so deliciously colorful,
and
I inhale you
unhesitatingly.

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not enough

Like a withering second
               in a vast timeline
               you existed in my life,
a small portion that wasn’t enough,
             not enough to love you,
             not enough to melt in you,
not enough to paint my empty canvas
with the rainbow you were my love,
not enough to make you mine,
that was never enough
and it will never be.

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without you…

Day and night
it strikes me with anguish,
and I’m tormented by the thought
that I’m torn apart from you.
Then I close my eyes
softly,
slowly,
and I see you,
walking towards me
wearing blue,
amidst crowd
where none but only you alive,
only you exist my love,
rest of the world – lifeless
numb.
Only your smile,
your eyes,
gestures,
alive
and I fall in love
with you again.
I live there
until I open my eyes
and the world drops dead
once again
without you in it.

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when you were made

My sweet love
when you were made –
mountains rose in pride
trees swayed-
branches danced,
dark alleys
invaded by a light from heaven,
fallen leaves murmured,
when the green sang in joy
the loveliest of seasons
             — autumn prayed.
In a dew drop
eternity — you dwelt.
In a small drop of ink
I found you
and then you became my maddening reasons,
you became my fate.

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