Absence.

What if I go?

Leave the rain

Leave that walk in the night

Leave my favourite song behind

Would you remember my idiosyncrasies.

What if I go?

Would you catechize the crumbles of beguiling bond,

Cry or just sit in my favourite corner

And have a talk with the zephyr.

It is not too dreamy, is it?

Then maybe you could just make a promise

To show me a comely reflection

Beneath the countenance of present

That would be my life.

In your hands, when I am gone.

What if I indeed go?

I need you to buy me few breaths

To accompany me on the voyage

Of pretty life and prettier death.

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Now make an effort and hear this. Something which could just touch the deepest cord of the heart. An extremely beautiful composition!

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Warmth.

A message from hope,

"Crisp warmth demurely waits

Beyond dusty chase."

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Yes, I do talk of inspirational stuff on a Friday, 13th.

Written for: Haiku Heights

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Sigh! Google is such a darling.

Skip Things.

There are these things.

Huge, dark and loud.

Yelping out that it is too hard to hold on

But we do and we have a lot to be proud

Especially of that morose end

Which cradled a gorgeous start
Sigh! Those were things.

If the message beneath twisted strings

Tells me not to hunt down
The chapter which doesn't exist,

I will not carry on the search.

Because yes, I am irritably stuck

Right there inside of you.

So let go off your fears baby,

I am where I belong.

Skip the messy things for now
And merge me in your song.