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The same petite frame,
That lost look in those eyes.
Crashed life on the rocks of disappointments,
Eyeballs floating in a sea of lost hopes.
Lips trembling to tell me her story,
The story of her leap of faith.
The disappointment of not finding that grip yet again,
The same story of listless life and rudderless state.
The sense of loss, that desperation to cling,
On to the first available support, be it a teddy or a song.
With the hope that this grip,
Will be her last, erasing the memories of the past.
My eyes had seen the drama earlier,
Which life had played with me before.
Someone before her had wanted me to believe it to be love,
Later, I realised it was a dance of hormones and dope.
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Jay Jagdev | June 19th, 2024
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- The Silhoutte On The Horizon
- The Bend I Might Never Take
- The Rooms which Distanced Us
- Houses Alotted, Homes Denied
- The Gates I wont Knock
- The Walls which Came Up Later
- The Lane Which Doesnt Remember Me
- Where Olive Branches Once Grew
- Ether
- Rage of Love
- My Last Home
- Nothingness
- Unbridgeable
- The droplet and my palm
- Deja Vu
- The Cruel Crescent Moon
- My Furry Baby
- Chain of Goodness
- My Story, Your Story, and Our Story
- Land`s End and the Sea
- Kaleidoscope
- My Own Walden
- The Blackbox
- Springtide
- Sinner
- When Love Died
- Dayspring
- Dewdrops and Guilt
- That Springtime Air
- The Sunbeam Through The Interstice
- Roots
- From A Lane Onto The Highway
- Erased
- Marriage
- My Desires
- Sans the Shroud
- Stay There
- When our Eyes Met
- The Same Dawn
- Your Language
- A Minute in Hand
- Let`s Bury It in Our Own Hands
- Angst
- Rendezvous
- NewU
- A Birthday Evening
- ‘Palasa’: The Silent Witness
- Mea Culpa
- Life
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