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You are a very precious friend
Whom I would always defend
No matter what
Of course, you know that
Always, do you understand me
Even better than I understand myself!

You are a very precious friend
By nature, are you quite kind
Very helpful and trustworthy
Always, do you make people happy
Very sincere and hardworking
And last but not the least
Quite sweet and caring!!

You are a very precious friend
Of whom, am I very fond
You were even a fantastic colleague
So proud was I, to be part of your league
Going to office together
And returning together
Absolutely nothing can beat those days
Because we managed to keep stress at bay
Of course, there were a lot of issues
However, our friendship ultimately saved the day
You in particular, showed the way
With your fierce determination and indomitable spirit
From no one, did you take any ****!!

You are a very precious friend
With an extremely shrewd mind
Twice, have you saved me from a crisis
Always do you happen to know, what goes amiss
Your family is my family
And my family is your family
Our relationship is proof
That blood need not always be thicker than water
And for you, deeply do I care
May the Lord bless you
With loads of love, happiness, peace and prosperity!!
Dedicated to Tamil Elakiya, a very close family friend of mine
TPS 13h
I try to get clean
When I come down, I pull back
That’s when I notice the claw marks
he doesn't even realise it yet,
but holding her is but a momentary bliss
and being abandoned by her is torture.
despite already being caught in it,
he doesn't see the intricately spun web
or perhaps he doesn't mind it at all,
hanging by the thread of a a fleeting kiss.
she's fire and fury, barely contained,
a hurricane, disobeying the nature's orders,
an impossibility, endlessly defying itself,
and he doesn't even realise it yet,
but he's always been hers.
TPS 4d
The world I kept you in is on fire
All of our darkest fantasies, falling down around me
The words we never said burning to ashes
I attempt to put it out but hesitation pulls me into her arms
And all that’s found in the wreckage is the note that you left
She said,
“My name is a flower, you see”

I said “Lily…it must be?”
She said, “no, no, no!…

...a Lily…is soooo,
not as beautiful
as me”


She replies
bashfully and wise
I’m just as much beauty to the eyes
as I am to the nose.”


“Oh!…you must be Rose”
She laughed
and cried more ‘no’s’

“It sounds a little crazy
I know and maybe…
but you must be a Daisy??”


she giggled all the more
“who knows?”
and winked
“.. if only baby”

Finally,
I put my thinking aside
I tell no lie,
while I, still in my head
wondering

she sighed

”My names not ‘white’ or ‘plain’
‘Self raising’ “
, she said
”…is my name”.
𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵?

𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘥?

"Bury me,
in your protection."
𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥,
"Keep me
and my heart collected."
𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥,
"I will
embrace your affection,
𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐,
feel safe
wrapped in this connection."

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐...

𝗚𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝘆𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝘁𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂.

I handed you in pieces,
all my beauty and my truth.
You promised you would hold them
with love the whole way through.

𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥,
to believe
that it was 𝘁𝗿𝘂𝗲.

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘺,
I believed
that it was 𝘆𝗼𝘂.

But for some reason, this feeling
makes me commit treason.
I cause my own bleeding -
my boundaries weaken.

This lighting's deceiving
and I'm seeking to find,
the line intervening
between you and I.
But it's gone to the night.
You're all that I want.
You're all that's in sight.

I don't want to escape 𝘺𝘰𝘶,
or this 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭 on my 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁.

So, when you asked me...
"𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵?"

𝗜 𝗴𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗲.

Blinded by
this lustful yearn. I'd,
never seen eyes that
didn't fear me first. I'd,
never met a mouth
so pretty as yours.

Craving the flavour,
the taste of my curves.
Seeking to savour
the twists and the turns,
of 𝘮𝘺 body, 𝘮𝘺 kiss,
and 𝘮𝘺 tongue.

My 𝘀𝗸𝗶𝗻 and my 𝗯𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀
to you I'd serve.

All I can do is
𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙘𝙪𝙢𝙗.

𝘐𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘵, 𝘣𝘶𝘵...

I forgot just where
my mind went. I'd,
misplaced and lost
the sentiment, that
centres me
in these
elements. The
intensity
is relevant
to the detriment
of my disconnect
to the self I sense.
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐...

𝗟𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝗺𝘆𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝗶𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂.

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 I know is true.

When you asked for me,
I gave you 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 than you could 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘸.

And I wanted you to swallow it, 𝙩𝙤𝙤.

But the problem is...
All this complicated
**** you say
I regurgitated,
is a result of how
intoxicated
I am from always
accomodating
a level of love
approximated. I,
never know if I'm
dominated, or
if this loves
consolidated, and

all I did,
was 𝘁𝗼𝗹𝗲𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗲 this...

Slowly losing you. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴...
Never finding truth...
Never knowing what you do.

Giving me a piece,
and then taking back two.

Pushing and pulling
in and out of my view.
Raining down sentiments
that keep me confused.

I can't find my way
in the dark of the moon.
Can't locate your love
in this light, misconstrued.

As I pick up the pieces
you dont care to lose,
I 𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 if 𝗜
Can 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘺 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙩𝙝...

And thats when I lost me;
𝙄 𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙬.

Tumbling backwards
to a past I once knew,
of cyclical madness
and embedded abuse.

In madness and lament,
I'm fully consumed.
My 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 meets the 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵,
and I act like a 𝗳𝗼𝗼𝗹.

𝘈𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨,
looking right 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵.

𝘐 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯.

On this trail I'm left lost in,
when you leave, it turns to 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀.

...

I wish you wouldnt hold my hand,
telling me about your youth;
carving our names in the sand,
only not to pursue.

I wish you didn't say my name
when you look at the moon.
Whispering melodies
in a deviant tune.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘣𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘸,
𝗜 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂.


▪︎ mica light ▪︎
specious, adj.
1. apparently good or right though lacking real merit; superficially pleasing or plausible.
2. pleasing to the eye but deceptive.
Man Apr 27
Why I would ever
Knowing it would only
Prove a disaster, & cause only pain.
No sparks to be rekindled,
Only fumes remain of suffocated flames;
As alcohol on water
When all fuel has been spent -
Lamenting the sea
Ashwin Kumar Apr 27
I miss thee very much
Whenever I hit a rough patch
You were there, with your words of encouragement
Your demeanor was always pleasant
My sweetest colleague ever
None, did you hurt ever!

I miss thee very much
You were the torch
Which guided me through the darkness
Never were you crass
Such a delight were you, to be around
My cute friend!!

I miss thee very much
And I want to say, thanks a bunch
For coming into my life
And giving me an extra reason to live
I hope we soon meet again
May your present and future be filled with lots of gains
God bless you, my dear friend
Lots of love, happiness, success, peace and prosperity; may you find!!
Poem dedicated to Urvashi, a good friend and ex-colleague of mine.
Ashwin Kumar Apr 21
It's been a year since we first physically met
But close to three years since we first virtually met
Thou art a fascinating person
From you, have I learned many a lesson
I love working with you
Sometimes, does it feel too good to be true!

It's been a year since we first physically met
For the team, art thou a brilliant asset
So fun are you, to be around
To your chatter, is there no end
Musical, is your laughter
Like you, can there be no other!!

It's been a year since we first physically met
Always, art thou upbeat
And so charming is your smile
That it instantly lifts the mood
And makes us forget all things bad
Not to mention, are you so supportive
That, around you, do we always feel positive
So good are you, at your work
That, even when things go berserk
Do you somehow manage to stay calm
Truly, is your presence a soothing balm!!

It's been a year since we first physically met
I feel we have been getting along great
Faced, have you, a lot of difficulties
However, always have you emerged strong
Hardly anything, have you done wrong
Thou art an awesome colleague
So proud do I feel, to be part of your league
Also, are you one of my nicest friends
Of you, am I quite fond
May the Lord bless you for evermore
With all the love, happiness, success, peace and prosperity in the world!!
Poem dedicated to Tamanna, a good friend and colleague of mine.
Mrs Timetable Apr 19
In the heart of darkness
Is
A delicate candle
Fragile
Way
Down in the corner
Waiting...
Waiting in smallness
Hoping to
Light up
The wick is burnt
To a crisp
Bring a knife...
A gentle touch
And some matches
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