Some nights the naked heart
ceases to listen
beats without a pause
making inaudible sounds
reverberating voiceless thuds
reciting the same rusty tune.
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some nights the grey heart whisks
stirs the dormant wounds
peels the parched scars
makes sure the healed crevices
spurt fresh blood
widens every sealed rift
rekindles the subdued agony.
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often on rainy nights
the garish kisses that shroud
the dusky lips bleed blue
the tangible burden of bygone love
pricks this red hot soul, forcing
tiny dews to trickle from it,
the thorns have outgrown
the thin blossoms
the bud-less stem waits
for another monsoon.
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And sometimes in the silence
of this cosy darkness
when the moon and stars are busy
playing peek-a-boo with the mists
this tender organ reminisces
the lost sunsets,
the forgotten full moons
the rain-soaked nights,
slipping into an unknown chasm
full of uncertain expectations.💚
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