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"She knew the perfect way to my heart. Whenever she sensed that I am not my usual self,she gifted me a book. And thus I longed to be not in my usual self,but it was impossible with her. With her it was always home, except on those occasions when I could look forward to a book being gifted."

-nisanththomas

My soul weeped more intensely as he made out with another soul...

Hmmm... it's alright

Beloved, you asked me once to describe love.

Asked, how is it like for me. There,

In the depths of your blue eyes, I saw

traces of juvenile curiosity.

You are not to be blamed, for I have

Found those often in between conversations and loveless nights with strangers unknown,

Awaiting near an abyss of no return.

How could I tell that my love is suffocating, that

I scream, shout and surrender.

How could I ever introduce you to this mania of mine, the gnawing pain within, this

Unbearability that others call love. And,

How could I tell that my love is like a burden, which often makes people retire and leave.

How could I introduce you to my love?

Would you still stay?

-nisanththomas

"May be in some other place at some other time we both will begin everything from the beginning and I hope there won't be anything holding us back then."

- nisanththomas

" In the place of heart what he had was a collection of broken pieces that were trying to reminisce a past that was long forgotten."

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"There were secrets, and we knew it. Not to be told, not to be shared, and we both saw that is how it has to be. She avoided my eyes, may be for the same reason so, she avoided my eyes may be for the same reason so as to avoid a havoc, a havoc that might spill out the hidden secrets. And they all remained as real secrets are meant to be; away,locked up and with a permanent hope that time would erase them all."

- nisanththomas

"Even though it didn't last for more than a week, it felt like we knew each other for centuries"

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" The more I try to run away, she comes back as a riddle; tempting me to solve her, untie the knots and zigzags for the very last time. And yet she remains unsolvable as always."

- nisanththomas

" The more I try to run away, she comes back as a riddle; tempting me to solve her, untie the knots and zigzags for the very last time. And yet she remains unsolvable as always."

- nisanththomas

That evening over a drink I asked him, “Have you ever loved somebody?”. His reply was sudden. He said, “I have. But not like you, brother. Never like you.”

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I swear that if I praise you more, even praises would start falling in love with you.

- nisanththomas

"She pronounced my name as if it was a poem that she loved to recite over and over again."

- nisanththomas

In United States

I am in the States for few weeks. If anybody wants to catch up for a coffee, please drop me a text.

"Those people who think a lot, how will I ever make them realize that they can find solace between the pages of a book "

- nisanththomas

"We connected in a way stardusts connect after light years of isolation."

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"I want to visit all the places wherever she has been to and breathe in the untold stories she has left behind."

- nisanththomas

Why did you make me a poet?

I too wish to be that inarticulate one,

in whom centuries old melancholies and dreams bloom and wither away,

having failed to melt those strongest of hearts.

Why did you make me a poet?

I am fine with those unspoken occassional loves and those more frequent heartbreaks,

where the urge to write those down never surface,and

unrequited loves are often forgotten and not cherished through broken poetries.

Why did you make me a poet?

Wasn't I too born human?,

Why do I alone have to bleed out my heart?

Why do I find even this poem irrelevant, yet

can't help but write it?

Why did you make me a poet?

- nisanththomas

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