Failed synchronization


Some time in a age, not very long ago,

Lie memories, I don’t want to let go.

The sparkle in your eyes,

Now filled with apathy, time does fly.

Apathetic to you the love poems you wrote,

What could I have done with your heart unsought?

Ah, however,your persistence did wear me down,

the flood of love, finally made me drown.

As I professed my love for you from mountain tops,

I realized, you never took the time to stop.

Stop and listen to my sonnets, my poetry

Nor did you take a moment to pity my misery.

Our minds always in sync,

Your love though, gone before I could think

We could never get our hearts to synchronize,

And now my tears pay the price.

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Whispered promises of friendship and love,

Hope glimmering, like the stars above.

Stolen kisses, shy smiles and intense glances,

Things that made me give you multiple chances.

Hanging on to your words from the past,

Blind to the promises broken so fast.

Living in a memory where things were right,

A haven, where we never had a fight.

Where your words didn’t make my heart bleed

Where you said I was all you could ever need.

Now I live in false hope, tired of this sadistic dance

What can I do? I am caught up in your trance.

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Futile search

I search I search 

For pieces of me that I’ve left 

In places and people that brought me no good

Where promises of love were only falsehood.

I search I search

For the girl who believed in fairy tales

Who saw the good in people, to no avail. 

I search I search 

For the goodness of her heart 

However, for her sanity to remain, her humanity had to depart.

I search I search 

For her share of love, 

Little did I know, love wasn’t written in her destiny, by the Gods above. 

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Something I forgot I had

Here is my take on today’s prompt: Jiggle

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Like a dusty old book,

the one you haven’t given a second look.

That has been lying in cupboard,

the one you vaguely remember reading, but can’t recollect a word.

The one you forgot you had,

but now that you see it, it makes you a little sad.

Certain emotions, I was sure I’d never again feel,

But one look into your eyes, and my heart was yours to steal.

Maybe it was the way your curls covered your forehead,

Or the fact that the book of my heart, was tired of being unread.

But one warm embrace was all it took,

for you to reopen, this dusty old book.

You came along and jiggled

the pile where lay neatly stacked away emotions.

I can’t help but go wherever my heart takes,

Knowing very well, this story too, will end in heartbreak.


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Not just furious flames,

but a tiny spark is enough

to burn your world down.

Not just violent winds

even a soft breeze

can make you shiver.

Not just weapons,

words can tear you apart too.

Not just words,

silence can hurt your heart too.

Not just the ocean,

sorrow can drown you too.

Not just poison,

your thoughts can kill you too.

Not just the monsters under the bed,

but the ones in your head, can haunt you too.

Not just an apocalypse,

but sometimes love, is enough for destruction too.

Not just hate,

but apathy can be devastating too.


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I cling, I cling


In this river of solitude

Where happiness continues to elude

I cling, I cling to traces of bliss

As I reminisce about a smile playing on his lips.

When someone walks by that reminds me of him,

I try to avert my gaze, I can’t let him win.

But deep down I cling, I cling to the sensations

Trying to remember the texture of his skin.

When the pain is too much to bear,

I pretend to not care

But deep down I cling, I cling,

to memories of what we used to be.

What reminds me of you

Hello there! This is my first entry for the Monday Morning Melts prompt.

This week’s prompt was –

PROMPT: The Script – Never Seen Anything “Quite Like You”

When it’s right it’s more than right
Cause you feel it more than feel
I could take this moment now
Right into the grave with me



One winter evening, I saw a snowflake fall

Memories of you came rushing back,

first a few, then all.

The almost half-dimple on your cheek

Your smile that made my knees go weak.

The way your hair looked brown

only in the sunlight

The way your eyes sparkled with light

The way you brushed away your hair,

There was something about you, just this air.

The snowflake was unique, nothing like another

But just like you, I knew I’d never see it again

after a change in weather.



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