Why long for love?

Because not everything has to logically make sense. That's why poetry exists. That's why certain colours blend and that is why we forgive even after being irrecoverably hurt.

See you on the other side of innocence

You may deserve my love, my breath, my body, my smile, my sighs & moans, my loyalty, my lies. But the one thing that you don't deserve is my youth.
So adios, my love.

p.s: Sunday is the time for the 160 Challenge. If you can write something within 160 characters, share it with Monkey Man like I did.

Babble mumble

I can't weep.At least not anymore. All the tears, the red burning tears that I was so used to shedding, scarcely serve to quench my now-frantic heart. 


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For, what are tears if it is just brine. They tinkle down and you, oh you terribly divine you, just wipe them off with your charming smile, which leaves me feeling mushy inside.


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Tears, to be taken seriously, should be thick, bloody and should dry your heart with each falling drop, leaving you, exhausted, lifeless. Unwipable. Only to be healed. 


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If corpses could talk, mine would probably -through it's weighted tongue- force out through faded, choked sighs the loss of the briny-sweet tears and the charming/disarming smile.  


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The eyes would,then, probably bleed the real tears again. For a corpse, even a corpse much-in-love, doesn't need a heart to be quenched. Only memories to breathe off of. 


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Muchas gracias, you.

Concordance II

You,
praying hands,
restless under the wrinkled sheet,
Seconds
measureless
inside a fuzzy head;
I,
a few ellipsis
lost in comprehension.

p.s:
1) In response to a beautiful poem by Shafeeq Valanchary.
2) Shared with Thursday Poet's Rally.