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A Circle of Memories

Warmth is a long sedimentary pause,
sip it slowly, relish it.
My eyes have taught me the art of forgetting, 
My heart has almost perfected it.

Too much of an interlude
and the spaces around you
start spewing nostalgic visions,
sabbatical turns into the ruins,
the moment one begins to dream

I dreamt of a normality which I always fear:
A morning in July with no rain,
where my hands spread as far as the sky, but they never find you.

We should have woken up when It was still winter 
our sleeping hearts still booming with summer’s dream.
cold distant stars, falling white snow
hearts in unison, brewing warmth
eyes sipping this pause sip by sip

Time was a circle of memories 
when you were here. 
Always.

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A Pause , for Love

This road which I travel everyday,

Feels heavy for your hands disappears
when I look for it : 

In reality
dreams
and the sensation of your smell.

A sunlight isn’t warm
when you don’t hear a laugh that wakes you up.
It is shallow,
the plants aren’t as soft as they were,
the coffee is acidic somehow.

I trace you
in meetings,
lunch
and the in the soft warmth of the dinner
How do I replace us from you.
to sweeten this all,
I decipher a picture
a picture of us.

to quantify a smile is difficult
to quantify a distance behind is impossible
I shall wait for a proper sunlight,
the perfect darkness of the night
with you,
Its the least I can do,
Its the most I am doing.

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To seek happiness in eyes

A Golden retriever
bathed in his golden fur,
the heart breathes an air of love,
as nature intended

A Cabin horse
breathing fire
as the heart pumps
on every touch of grass

A Fish in the deep blue
swimming across an airless ocean,
her eyes so waterproof,
her heart prone to catchings

they dwell in the same hours
as we do, embracing the nature
without causes, without pursuits
like a man without eyes
lost in a dark cave
eager to touch the holy sculptures of truth

our eyes, senses making us blind.
the heart never pumps,
the grass never touched
the water is never has been airless

yet we live in a planet
called life.

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Love is a Mirror

It’s a transparent glass
for when I see myself
I am seeing you seeing me,
from the corners, from the glass
smiling at me without a reason

my anxious heart can’t bear this
the mercury and the reflection’s creation.
Unless I hear you
or see you, before all this
my morning disturbs itself
by your visions and voices.

This distance somehow,
has nothing to do with
memories of ours,
We humans have built computers,
without emotions and a without heart
but at the end of day
I shall seek you in mirrors,
seeking our heart, seeking ourselves

I peek in the mirror
and the shaving blade cleaves through my chin,
somehow the flower blossoms, like every morning
because I see you, smiling at me
for love is a mirror.

you are my mirror.

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warmest nostalgia

Photo by Cat Crawford on Pexels.com

wet pine trees,
the rain caressing the leaves,
a grey blanket, suffocates the green,
ice cold puddles, breeze and breath

I walk past, barefoot.
my toes cold enough to dream of summer,
towards the old house,
where the verandahs are free,
segmented and full of flowers.

the bed nearby astonishingly dry,
I sleep, beneath a velvet blanket
the air kept calling me,
the rain kept dreaming of me.

I wake up to a faint sun,
6:31 am , and warmth has melted,
smell this nostalgia,
now.

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Longing

This heart, dosed on Chopin and Bach
Traces your voice, a subtle echo even , somehow,
What is silence to a room full of devoted hearts
waiting to bloom,

I know : ones without an unforgivable autumn
will wait and wait
my love, I seek a way out
to you and your summer.

In the end, the tress
Drizzle and disappear,
There is no night in this summer
someone spilled the sky’s heart red.

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A Girl’s heart is never hers.

Call it a predicament,
Or the nature’s curse,
As soon the girl blossoms into a woman
her heart is never hers.

It belongs to the roots:
Her parents, her family,
Her unknown love, devoid of the sorrowful meetings.
A transaction she never prefers.

She sit in her balcony
For the sky teases her for sorrowful palette.
These wonders if everything, falls in her place
This heart transacted with a pulse of sorrow,
blooms into the autumn light of hope.

There is something about your face,
I wonder and wonder and never fail.
This heart somehow I feel is mine, tell me a price.
is it A knife, some blood, a meticulous sacrifice ?

Come back now, in the winter we promised.
Retrace yourself, somehow.
This heart deluded of our voices.
its our, for now. forever somehow

Make it the last sun,
the last moon,
the last meteor.
I want this time to last.
For chase me now, as you can,
As spring chases winter.
every then, somehow

SB

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