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paroshere-blog · 8 years
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Frenzy
Write about her. Write, how she used to slid into slumber with her one palm under the pillow, craving for the cold. How she would turn to your side in middle of the night and brush her tenderness against your neckline. Write, how you remember her. How she would laugh when you'd pronounce 'lingerie' wrong, and you could not take another word out, but voraciously fill your soul with her laughter. Write how she always needed a hand to cross the road or of her struggle with the first puff of a cigarette.  Or of how she would drink too much and falter the words you still dream of hearing one more time. Write, till your hands no longer tremble, in the name of love. Write so much, that her name is engraved in all your branches, her memories warm enough to boil your blood, your veins entangle to weave dreams of a next life and your lips, still spewning all her secrets. And even after all this,  if you're still uninvited to the realms of love, forgive the universe for its conspiracies. Unnoticed, you and I fall for the wind; willingly we must so thus, wither away. -Paromita.
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paroshere-blog · 8 years
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Klexos!
One of those immensely not pretty days where I no longer can clothe the wounds inflicted on my naked soul by the pangs of reality. Suddenly, each one of my bones has been tied to a boulder and no longer do I have the strength to drag this being. One of those days when the bed seems more like my own grave and as I draw the curtains of my mind, I remember your eyes and forfeit the idea of being in love for a millionth time. How intimidating it is to live a life like an exoplanet in someone's universe, when all you have ever dreamt is of becoming the brightest star. How excruciatingly painful it is to grow from the abandoned, to find solace in the desolate. But it does happen right? Tonight, before my demons whisper otherwise, oh lover, tell me it does.
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