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“From this life, and into the beyond,
I will always be with you.”
In this mourning, I feel the ache that you’ve left in your wake. Your scent lingers in the places you spent your time. Beside me, the pillow that has remained untouched since your loss. In your favorite seat, as you read by the firelight in the hearth. In my memories, where everything was infinite. The possibilities were filled with hope and love. As the years passed us by, I began to believe you weren’t just a mirage, or some temporary reprieve. I knew you were mine, as I was yours. And though you’re gone, this house is no longer home. It is a place filled with the ghosts of our past. It is a place filled with happier times. And my heart will forever be empty without you by my side.
But I take solace in one…
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How does love survive?Amongst all the deceptionThe shiny facades,Amidst the broken promisesthe banal lies that you weaveand put a crown onmy heart,for everyone to see.Your burlesque lovebarely surviving in the brittlecage of my ribsthe loneliness knotted,in my backbonebreaks and cracks at the sound of your
Source: Origami Love – Merak Magazine
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a gift of calmness ~ a softness that stills my mind ~ allows me to breathe —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa
The memories of her past
keep revisiting in her shadows of today.
In the beginning it was arduous,
difficult to fathom,
but she learned
to coexists with her reminiscence
slowly but surely over time.
Copyright © Shantanu Baruah
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All my dreams,
my plans,
the long brooding at times
have disappeared and vanished,
since the time you’re around,
and the heart has woken up
from long repose,
and that whisper,
like a gentle ruffle,
is drawing me into you,
and I,
soaked in your loved,
drenched in your thoughts,
is a new me,
which I am enable to reckon,
sure I am confused,
but I am exultant,
and have enough senses to announce,
why do I need to dream when you are around?
Copyright © Shantanu Baruah
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The Reluctant Poet 