Out of love - 94!

Strands & pieces,
Never crave to be whole
Who gave the right
To those shattered dreams
To pounce & agitate?

What’s shattered will never be whole
Never.
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Flow so erratic yet so fragile
Display of furry with a simple smile,
On some days you scare me,
On the rest your softness intrigues me.

What are you, Ganga?
Mother? Destructor?
Or are you just some,
Raw poetry, which seems to
Be incomprehensible for mortals?
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All we had to lose,
Was each other,
Now that it is done,
Are we back to being
Fearless?
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Your ability to un-love,
Mesmerises me,
Your love left me awestruck,
What’s with your games of love,
My love?
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How I wish you’d be a drug,
I could at least be okay
With being addicted to you.
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Let no heart be broken,
No soul be shattered,
No mind be rattled,
Unfollow, un-chase, un-accept
Whatever comes in way of this.
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I’ve seen you laugh & smile, how do I not believe in magic?
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There are stages
And not phases
Of war,
The beginning is scary,
Injurious, painful, obnoxious,
With time when it becomes
A routine,
The wounds stop hurting,
Fears stop mattering,
You become irrelevant
And thus the war
Becomes a

Comfort zone :))
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Your words were like
Aloe Vera gel
On my burnt self.
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Burnt joys, enhanced sorrow
Ash of dreams, dash of wounds
Painful you ask, hurtful I reply.