Poem 1. Butterflies,
I was seeing but the dreams weren’t mine
coiled in a bundle
Entangled with each other
so close I could not see them fight
Inside the cupboard
Little butterflies came to life
I heard them knock
I unable to wake up
as dreams held me tight
but the dreams weren’t mine
but the dreams weren’t mine
I can smell them dead
does death smell so nice?
They were butterflies
and they were mine.
Poem 2 After talk,
To the one who left
I want to say
Someday we will
Have our chances to say goodbye
Till we meet again
I will squeeze you in my arms
In the mirror of time
We will see each other forever
I will play with your hands
And pull your cheeks
And then before you decide to leave
I will fill myself with you
Poem 3. In Between
And the wind blew towards the sand
To question her being
Ignorant about her vastness
She laughed
Her delusion it was
For the sand was invincible
Born of the mountain and the sea
Resting was she with a quiet temper
When the wind got closer to her
Sand whispered
And truth prevailed
Tired of deception
the wind now lay still
to watch her evolve
In between
Life and Living
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