So i walk away..

I walked off.

I walked away.

Walked by without glancing your way.

The excruciating pain,

the endless tears,

the clotting gore from the cuts get smeared.

I know if i had recollected happy memories;

I would have stayed back.

So i kissed you last time when i said these won't end.

So i hugged you the last when i said there are more to come.

So i pierced my heart and stopped it's beating.

Swore never to ever love anyone besides you.

To never commit and bind;

I throw your way a silent goodbye!

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Thank you so much for this Perfect Poet Award Thursday Poets rally

I would like to nominate Magdalena for the next award.

Sans Memory

I capture those glances of your in my heart.

The steady rhythm of your words as they call;

As they call my name and address me as yours.

Through the towering feelings,

as of residing on cloud nine.

I wish that your happiness never subsides.

As the clock ticks and does its round,

the moments bygone slips through palms.

Floats in air like ashes of charred logs.

Fleeing away like detached and dry leaves.

Rustling and revolting the natures sound.

Clash through the ticking hours, 

it happened with me.

A touch of heaven that i perceived.

I have lost all with the tragedy.

I am done with the past. 

And all that i am left with, 

are new beginnings to create.

I have let past go like sand caught in hand,

though it was not as i had planned.

But all i am left with are broken thoughts.

No links and bends, 

just fractal i glimpse in broken chords.

Yes i am sans memory.

And have forgotten with whom i was,

and who called my name, 

and told me that i belonged with them.

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Under the red umbrella

It's written by me as a part of Mag80 (Magpie Tales) and Thursday poets rally 51!

From morning till night i had the thought of you in my mind.

I left the doors of my feelings open to let reach you.

Staring outside the window from my workplace i saw,

the air was moist as the rain splashed about in happiness.

I waited for the evening and ringed the bell of your door,

had a surprise in my hands, 

which not before you to anyone could be told.

The red umbrella under which i longed your company too,

was left melancholic as the door was not opened. 

I peeked through the windows and thought to sneak in to,

But you were not interested and i was afraid of the truth.

I left my bicycle so you would know,

that i waited whole night just if you would go.

Go with me to where i had surprises for you,

and open the bag that had a secret to be told.

The night passed and the damp soil said to me,

"walk along now and try once again this evening!"

I left that place again to come back,

to have you right beside me here. 

Here under my red umbrella all glad.

Red Umbrella,Christopher Shay

Whole

Trembling hands grabbing the air.

Dwindling liquid drops, 

fall on paper the ink smears.

With the subtle beats of heart,

she wanted to wipe away the carvings,

of feelings unknown and yearns.

But she forgot; 

she could not even touch her heart.

That it was not hers but of his now.

To feel the emollient touch of his hands,

on her surrendered heart. 

And the soul stands,

for the unification and blend.

Through the dark alleys,

and bottomless abyss,

they fell through and through,

in their unusual love tale.

Passions flooded their being,

hands intertwined,flesh mingled,

thirst and hunger engulfed.

Proliferated through each pore,

a joyous newness of joining, 

of two souls to one whole.

Consume..

This entry has been submitted by me for Thursday Poets Rally Week 50!

Holding tightly but with a touch so gentle.

Caress through skin enthralls and enchants.

Trickling joys through every pore,

washing the soul with care and love.

A lovely whisper through the dark night,

and as soon as the words echo,

millions of fireflies light up the sky.

Swirling scent of roses and milk in air,

dropped together they are in a pond of glee.

Sensuous and intricate arousing touches,

nails digging deep and bites getting wild.

Consuming breathes and palpitating collisions.

Clasping you tight and you play with her hairs.

Gore drips down heavily from the bites and digs.

Bloody ordeal craving goes intensifying with each prick.

Instilling through her a passion flows,

sharing through him and compassion beholds.

Pleading for every bruise and cut.

She enjoys the marks showered upon her.

Moving in mysterious ways through the paths,

it is making the night go slow, 

giving it an eternal last....