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Pushpendra Pandya Poem
Who am I, is who you are, confused, forever,
life is a bigger project, don't hold my hand cause I am clueless.
You dig your own tunnel and escape or stay locked with me forever,
suffer, cherish and let the cloud of our breath guide,
and make the world as beautiful as the strangers that we were once.
What caused heartburn was never a heartburn anymore,
on those dried lips, faint smiles & smell of the dust.
those winds of our memory healed the darkest.
Tales were told and retold, locking arms,
kisses, moans, & hair-pulling hugs,
ticked the clock of the midnight,
lovers melted in the glory.
Jealous daylight tried to spoil the madness,
but lovers fell asleep,
holding pictures of the past in their hearts—eternally.
Copyright © Pushpendra Pandya | Year Posted 2015
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Pushpendra Pandya Poem
Shirts and Summers.
Walks post beers.
Just another day.
Just another way to say; I miss the old 'us' -
oh it rusts.
Hurts.
And I love it.
Heat of the weather,
Holding each other,
Looking at the blue sky,
wondering of whose and why,
Holding her finger,
in warm white shirt of summer,
he smiled and sipped water,
if not with her,
there's no another ...
she just smiled,
before they both died,
holding arms opened wide,
washed in the tide ...
Copyright © Pushpendra Pandya | Year Posted 2019
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