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Sing a Little Song for Me

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We found our song in the colours.

Ode to a Love Lost

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Sing me a song lost in the church bell’s chime.

Fire

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I am no longer the moth in a daze. I am the fire that shall set all ablaze.

A Merry Little Christmas

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Because Christmas is all about romancing melancholy, touching love and finding hope. And so you see, I hope we find a merry little Christmas, for you and for me.

Etching Tales

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I shall find you in these words, in these tales and in the minuscule nuances of the universe.

Scars

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Do not show me your tempting perfections. Show me your scars.

Words

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Because when I am gone, all I shall ever leave behind are these words for you.

The Warrior

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Be brave, my little stardust.

Crossroads

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Let our stories remain in a place where Time cannot touch us anymore. Let our stories remain in crossroads.

The Girl You Knew

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Sometimes, her memories visit me on lonesome Sundays, when the city around me dims down in silent melancholy and the clouds assemble to paint the sky in white and blue in the sunless wintry afternoons.

Letter to an Old Friend

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In all our lives, I think we have been the cruelest to our own selves, our own mistakes, and our own tales. Perhaps this Christmas, we can find some forgiveness, not for our sins, but for all the madness that has been. Note: I apologize for the small font size. This poem is something which I felt that needs to be voiced to each one of us to our old selves. And hence I have tried my best to make it as legible as possible by fitting it into this post. Thank you for reading. Always.