Ramblings by someone who is made of perfections and imperfections, dreams and excuses, and smiles and scars. I could see in the depth of your eyes. Shades of all the cities. I ever dreamt of traveling to. But little did i know of. The lust that lurked beneath all the hues. Not just the lust to make love with my body. But also the one to make love. With all the pain that would wreathe me. When you would drift away from me. Alone, without your arms.

A fluid state of being with a memorable trail, through a river full of thoughts I sail. I look into the mirror. The irony of it consumes me. And yet, all I see is me. I ruffle my hair to see a change. Finally a reflection of my emotion. My eyebrow quivers, my eyes a silver molten.

A personal collection of poems written extemporaneously. Always on my mind,. She paces herself well,. For she races against time,. She can run a marathon,. One could call it life,. She lives each breath,. As she runs swiftly,. One step at a time,. She runs with passion,. A rhythm in each stride,. Her heartbeats are the music,. To watch her feet dance,. Like a cheetah in pursuit,. A predator on the hunt,. She runs like the wind,.

Love each other like You are the lyric and they are the music. Stalking its prey all day now, and it would strike now, admirably. Who was stalking its prey? Silence trying to engulf this night, but its futile. Lights litting up the empty roads to limelight a hue, the only marks they could leave in this world. It still would go for the prey.

Emotions unclasped, tolerance lost. Faint hearts, hurtful thoughts. Remember how it was? We were inseparable,. Hearts pined for the other,. When we swore our love. How did this come to be? Or was it your docile and. Did we get played for a fool? We were good for each other. Too good to be true. But the vein of insecurity ran deep.

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These letters are the fossils engraved with the stories that keep us alive. My arms are painted in the color of the soil. I see the world smiling when I smile,. I see the cities drowning when I cry. My rights and wrongs,.