The Introvert's Corner, The Asian Mindset, The Inner Child
Taking love in stride, as no one can promise you the consistency whatsoever.
just one last sniff
on your t-shirt that I pilfered
from the witching hour of
— that evening
i preserve your fragrance
in my own writing
seal our memories off
in the palm of the timekeeper’s
wherein he promises
when the right time is upon us
shall all the memories be returned
She rides, rides on top of Mount Everest
he hides, hides inside Cave Hogberget
they follow, follow the groove of avalanche
ready sex go! go down to their deepest core
cast away, away from all the formidable force
until they feel, feel that they are one forevermore.
The memory came uninvited,
coloured our heart with a somber shade —
it reminded us who the destroyer was.
Hum your love words in mellow tone,
mould the shape of heart on my collarbone
with that gentle pressure from your calloused thumb,
and
my naked eyes will follow your lover-bomb.
Being wrapped up in your heady aroma,
i prepare the deadly soma
as a tribute to the love deity,
in exchange for our intertwining destiny.
The roars of the rain thrashing and persisting through our heart,
Pours down like tiny fragments of sharp glass, pollutes our courageous soul with dots of fear.
Let it come, shall it be evaporated, as the sun replaces the downpour.
The thought of missing you evokes a storm of our emotion,
Taken form as love, arousing conflicts between our heart and mind for which we regretted.
Let it come, shall it be scattered, when acceptance of our regrets comes with age.
The pain rooted deeply in our life knocking rudely on our door,
Drowns sadness in the pool of blood, yet muddles us with the sweet scent of red roses.
Let it come, shall it be gone, from the moment we allow our torment to fade to gray.
The Introvert's Corner, The Asian Mindset, The Inner Child 
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