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  • panda_queen 4d

    THE FIRST TIME

    There was a crisp and mellow voice
    Speaking right next to me,
    'Would you then know me by choice?'
    Much too bold was he.

    Busy hours was when we were astray,
    Tiptoeing our wild youth away.
    The wool on me was warm,
    But my cheeks had a different charm.

    I was whisked away by you
    And seen skies in surreal blue.
    Never had I felt so alive;
    To me, you were an ocean to dive.

    Maybe the sun could see it, too,
    So it laid low between the hedges.
    And my eyes met yours, the loveliest hue
    And I no longer had unloved edges.

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    •Not hypothetical•
    •We bunked classes :)•

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    Busy hours was when we were astray,
    Tiptoeing our wild youth away.
    The wool on me was warm,
    But my cheeks had a different charm.

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  • panda_queen 3w

    SANDS AND HEARTS

    I went down the path I used to,
    With sand under my feet
    And some salt from the sea.

    My heart was a heavy blue
    With all the ties that I held,
    It was nothing anew,
    The bitterness I felt.

    Say I take myself a human
    With a heart of flesh;
    It does get tired, too.

    Waves crash down ashore
    And some ties slip out of reach.
    If only they didn't leave me sore
    Maybe there wouldn't have been a breach.

    There's a strange comfort
    With sand between my tired toes;
    Something that grows on you

    My ties won't be so tight anymore,
    It's my heart that's grown lost.
    The waves won't stop coming ashore,
    And it'll take time to break my frost.

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    There's a strange comfort
    With sand between my tired toes;

    The waves won't stop coming ashore,
    And it'll take time to break my frost.

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  • panda_queen 7w

    Is it love that is golden or you?
    Not me, but yes, my love for you.

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  • panda_queen 9w

    To the one who has my heart:

    I love you all the same.
    It's what keeps me sane.

    4th October, and fall was right at the doorstep. It's always a wonder for me how with you by my side, the winds are much not chilly. Certainly, your eyes went wide reading that, as I was hoping for. And probably, you're smiling to yourself. I know you all too well, my love.

    A letter from me was probably the least of your expectations from me, but like always, surprising you is something I love to do. My mind is always filled with the thoughts of you whenever you're not around. And before you start thinking of what goes on in my head when you're with me, I'm too busy admiring you and thinking how the hell did I get so lucky to have a wonderful soul like you with me.

    This is just one of those many little things I wanna do for you. Hopefully this surprise of mine made you fall deeper for me. And don't you worry, I'm knee-deep into all the love you have for me. Maybe, I'll even drown in it someday. Patiently waiting for that day to come, as mine obviously will. For me, and much more for you.

    With love and nibbles,
    Yours forever

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    My mind is always filled with the thoughts of you whenever you're not around.

    And don't you worry, I'm knee-deep into all the love you have for me.


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  • panda_queen 9w

    RED OCTOBER

    A green turning amber,
    Lifeless look on glass stained eyes.
    A soul falling deep to slumber,
    Only few could see them cry.

    A month of fall adorned with red,
    The kind of hue that many never forget.
    Leaves of maple deck themselves gold,
    In search of elixir to keep them from cold.

    You hear a cry or nay, you don't;
    You try to see what led it there.
    But when there is nothing left to atone,
    A tear slips for the tragic affair.

    We romanticize fall without a second thought;
    Red isn't always a colour that's sought.
    A little insight into the world of pain
    And everything once beautiful is slain.

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    A little insight into the world of pain
    And everything once beautiful is slain.

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  • panda_queen 11w

    FOUND & LOST

    Over a cup of moonlit wine,
    I lulled myself into an enchantment ,
    Stepping over the beats of your heart.

    In the vigor of your earnest thoughts,
    I had long been imprisoned by roses of your gaze
    That looked only for me all around.

    Dare I say, I faltered to hold your hand
    And so easily, it became a nostalgia quite dear.

    I lay entangled in sheets with smoke and sound;
    Your warmth lingering somewhere not found.

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    Dare I say, I faltered to hold your hand
    And so easily, it became a nostalgia quite dear.

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  • panda_queen 19w

    EXISTENCE

    A curious thing is the human mind;
    Digging into the history left behind,
    Looking at the stars to find new life.

    Curious, yet so unaware.
    Albeit, it's a conscious unawareness,
    That every beginning has an end.

    An infinity exists infinitely
    When there is a mind to condemn.

    It shall otherwise decay
    And perish to nothing.

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    An infinity exists infinitely
    When there's a mind to condemn.

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  • panda_queen 19w

    SPRING: A GOLDEN SUN

    A gentle breeze carried with it the hopes and dreams
    Of new beginnings.
    I closed my eyes as I took in the fragrance of flowers around.
    A bard like me found solace in the lap of nature.
    After all, it was the closest I could get to tranquility.

    I sat down under a mighty cherry blossom tree;
    How I missed its vigor amidst the monotonous winter.
    Spring to me was vitality at its prime.

    Some distance ahead, I laid my eyes upon a songbird.
    She saw me, head tilted to a side.
    I chuckled to myself realizing I was quite similar to her.
    No, I do not mean to call myself a bird.
    Would be a wonder if I was one.
    But, a songbird and a bard, they sing much about spring
    One you understand, one you don't.

    Yet, you feel both of them giving you joy;
    It's the rays of the sun that fall so delicately on the world
    Bringing marvels we can only praise.

    And there I sat taking in all that spring had to offer,
    The warm wind tingling my toes as I picked up a fallen flower.
    A gentle ray fell on it, the sun had her snuggled.

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    I sat down under a mighty cherry blossom tree;
    How I missed its vigor amidst the monotonous winter.
    Spring to me was vitality at its prime.

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  • panda_queen 19w

    FABRIC OF INK

    Not all poems are written to be read.
    Or so they say.
    Brimming with life and colours,
    I spent my days weaving and weaving.
    Each word to me was not something out of a mere dictionary,
    It was a thread, one that I would weave into my world
    Which would play symphonies to my sorrows
    And heal all the malice that laced my heart.

    A poem here, a prose there;
    My loom always had a knack for fabrics that needed detail,
    Calloused hands worked on them,
    Not effortlessly, mind you.
    Weaving never is something so easy.
    Say, not all poems are written to be read
    But I weaved worlds beyond your minds,
    I've lived in places you'll never find.

    So, even if you have never read them,
    I'm certain you've found a piece of fabric
    In a long forgotten daydream of yours
    Which perhaps had ties to the threads
    That I weave into mine.

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    So, even if you have never read them,
    I'm certain you've found a piece of fabric
    In a long forgotten daydream of yours
    Which perhaps had ties to the threads
    That I weave into mine.

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  • panda_queen 19w

    Not all poems are written to be read,
    They're written to calm the tempest
    Raging in their brittle hearts.

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