Poetry and Updates

Droplets-a poem

Her songs are

droplets on his rose petals

those sparkling


pour nowadays.

Yet he cries

everyday not knowing

that those songs

she has written are

about him.


Those teardrops

on ashen cheeks.

A smile once

or twice

but not for long.


and water droplets

bring her to


and those cloudy

skies never

seem to escape

the palace

walls of her mind.


Don’t make me laugh.

Don’t make me cry

he seems to whisper

but two worlds

apart they stand.

Never knowing

one day it’ll

be another

world apart

by then.


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