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Quilled heart
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Stain of ink on white sheet,

you marvel on the love letter,

fragrance of rose,

pouring my heart,

drop of tear,

releasing emotions,

it’s no coy sentimentality,

longing for your tresses,

fragmented soul,

feel the pain,

i dare you cannot,

for its words that drench your senses,

my story,

stroking her scent,

perfume that pierces every bit of my mind,

love is no entertainment,

no curry for my soul,

craved for her,

battling my demons,

for having loved and lost,

you lust for my poetry,

my letter of love,



I ain’t looking for empathy,

torn and battered,

emotions poured,

grief unraveled,

the love that cannot be saved,

it charms you,

besotted I am,

her gaze,


killing me every second,

she didn’t tear the letter,

the quill dried.








Work-in-progress, seeker and bundle of contradictions. Stubborn and Refusal to grow up and constantly in search of myself, I blurt it out on my space. Drop in and share some love. Indian by choice.

18 thoughts on “Quilled heart

      1. Oh! How sweet of you. I had a normal day. Most of my brothers arent here but scattered around Delhi. Had mailed thier Rakhis to them and wished them over a call. That’s it. It’s sad when festivals have to be spent like that.

      2. Yeah it’s so true. Agree with that. It’s the various fests that make it endearing. I did wrote a fun status on rakhi about guys should hide in the cave and not get out today…call me tharki but no bhaiya. was tongue in cheek πŸ™‚

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