Aftermath

You lay…

mapping the aftermath,

of fallen dreams,

among stars,

close yet far…

twinkling at you,

like that inkling,

that never leaves,

the heart.

 

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Stray

The lonely heart strayed,
with the summer waves,
gently brushing the shore
of forgotten days…
it used to love.

 

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You

You are worth

more than sunlit days

and starlit nights

and storms of rain and snow

you are beyond all earthly

paradigms of thoughts…

You are so much more.

 

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Happy Father’s Day!

I will always remember the look in my father’s eyes

the day he saw me as a bride

his little girl all grown up

 

And as we both were never any good

at showing our emotions

we  hugged and stood, with the lumps in our throats

without any question

of what was in our minds

 

Memories drifted in that singular moment

of warm summers and car rides

of unyielding banters with no ‘right’ sides

and my childhood took long strides

to get back in that moment where my father

was still looking at me…

with the love that we both felt

which never needed words

and was always held, in my father’s eyes.

 

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Happy Father’s Day to all dad’s out there!