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Love Is Simple

Love is a warm soup In repeated loop A hot tea left for you at the table  When you are rushing Through the morning fable Love is when you are  So eager to meet That you don't mind Getting all wet in the rain Or a splash of mud That stays on your dress like an annoying stain Love is when even Though you cannot see You just can feel What's happening Love is a drop of sweat A lengthy duet A nice outfit that Was sewed to fit in  No matter the shape or size  Love is a song  That takes you back To where it all began Or where the massacre ended Love is a touch That says so much Love is a fetch That runs alongside Love is a nest Of nurture and share The constant urge for you to prepare Love is a silent long walk With your grandfather While he keeps doing things at a pace And somehow passes you their trace With his silent gaze  Love is a conversation With your father Who narrates you a story From their closet filled with memories Love is a kiss on your forehead While you sleep Love is t

Shut Doors

Knock on the door..
Can’t wait to see it open.
The last time..
It opened with a smile.
A jump of laughter..
Holding her in my arms.
Was the best kiss after..
Why won’t it open today ?
People leave all the time..
Doors shut with left out rust behind hinges.
Flustered dust coughing out forced in astringes.
A deep cut oozes blood..
You look at it but it doesn’t stop.
A dumb struck truth said right infront..
With you refusing confront.
Hands get cold as you sit by the bed..
All night..
As the tears start to smother.
And all of a sudden you have the urge to smile
Giving up on an everlasting fear.
Eyes don’t want to meet..
While all day you fail to retreat.
Why don’t they talk?
Nor walk.
Or chase me after.
That’s what people do..
You run to them and they run faster without any clue.
Hidden behind doors..
Is the unknown chatter.
Of the one you mentioned latter..
Struggling to pick up an overflowing scatter.
Or pondering over thoughts which..
Don’t really matter.
So leave and stop knocking..
You are blocking the hallway..
As people out here aren’t used to seeing..
people stand all day.
Who they keep tripping over on their way..
While passing through shut doors.

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