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  • ayushsangwan 5d

    An old post

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    come closer
    and burn me with your touch
    you're mine, I'm thine
    i love you so much
    and if you don't love me then one night
    I'll let you take a bullet
    straight through my heart,
    darling! if you too love me it's nice
    otherwise wish for that night to come
    fast.

    - ayush sangwan

  • ayushsangwan 1w

    There are layers of dust on old grave
    and by the side, on dead flowers ants move in line,
    more than six feet, I buried it in my chest
    to keep far away this love of mine,
    I said goodbye to it a lifetime ago
    but still everyday i visit and revisit
    it rises up as sadness in my heart
    and I, I cannot resist
    I take a shovel and begin
    to dig up my chest
    and lie to myself that never again
    I will touch the buried dead.

    - ayush sangwan

  • ayushsangwan 1w

    I go to my favorite part of hill.

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    i go to my favorite part of hill
    and sit among the daffodils,
    like i am one of them
    i do the things they do,
    they move their heads towards the
    sun, i move my head too,
    i feel i am a daffodil
    they bend a little, i replicate
    and then just smile like sunshine,
    i too make a wide grin and imitate,
    i look around at the flowers, and
    check if I'm doing in the right way
    gentle winds pass, daffodils dance,
    i let my body flow too with the breeze,
    butterflies come and
    on their petals sit, so i too sit still
    that one of the butterflies will settle down on the tip of my nose, and i will be a daffodil.

    - ayush sangwan

  • ayushsangwan 3w

    with every step you get older, on this road.

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    i saw an old man
    in an evening of summer
    leaving the village
    the sun was setting, and
    the man's shadow
    stretched long on the road,
    reaching my little feet
    i had just learned walking then
    and did not know
    that I have to walk the same way
    of my village
    one day.

    -ayush sangwan

  • ayushsangwan 4w

    Mustards.

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    a beautiful field of mustard crops
    dancing under the sunlight, i saw
    I felt the gentle touch of breeze
    upon my head,
    like my mother's rough hands
    so i stopped there, without any thought
    to talk to that mustard field
    and went among those smiling crops
    like their old, lost mate
    who was out of the village, for days
    with a dream of changing his fate.

    - ayush sangwan

  • ayushsangwan 5w

    I'll come back.

    When no choice is left.

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    Dagger in my right hand
    and death in left, I hold
    night twinkling in one eye
    and in another the dark morn
    I step forward, towards the mouth of well
    I look behind, it is the end of cliff
    but before in any of these, I fall
    there is a cry clinging to my lips
    which I had dreamt to never speak
    but now I think, I should tell -
    I need someone, so rich of virtues
    for I have sins to sell.

    - ayush sangwan

  • ayushsangwan 5w

    Winter.

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    There is something that winter tries to teach,
    winter has taught me about the love and warmth
    which I like a believer try to find in cold stones
    and always forget it is within me, in my home.

    - ayush

  • ayushsangwan 5w

    Happy Valentines day.

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    Yesterday my sisters asked me about you
    they asked me if you are beautiful
    And I told them that you have shimmer of lakes in your eyes, scent of roses in your breath, running brook in your voice, herbs on your fingertips, butterflies on your dimpled cheeks and cherries on your lips
    I told them you are like spring
    and just a little more beautiful.

    - ayush

  • ayushsangwan 5w

    I want to be the thatched roof
    that protects from unpredicted rains.
    I want to be the river,
    that flows just to quench thirsts.
    I want to be the breeze,
    that brings smile on every face.
    I want to be the flower,
    that can aromatize every corner.
    I want to be the poem,
    that everyone sings.

    - ayush

  • ayushsangwan 5w

    I hope you'll like it.

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    A worn jacket

    A worn jacket
    which had turned old
    was given to my uncle
    and to be worn was told.

    He moved his hand on the cloth
    and carefully he beholden,
    he said, he would wear
    sweetly smiled and fabric he folded.

    He showed to his friends
    they said, it was scruffy and old
    my uncle laughed and said,
    my brother's heart is built up of gold

    My uncle wore it
    each time he went out
    he looked handsome in it
    so there was nothing to worry about.

    Although I agree
    it was shabby, old and bad
    but he said it was the best gift
    given to him by my dad.

    That time, i wondered
    if he was blind
    with his heart in his head
    and love darkening his mind.

    But years after when they both are gone
    the old jacket i was given,
    and they must be playing as brothers
    in the playground of heaven.

    -ayush-