A pandemic
one can deal with –
All heartbreaks
are quite chaotic!
If only
washing hands
helped –
The Lady
wouldn’t turn psychotic.
Category: Poems
Abandoned
The sun leaves the sky every night;
The silent dark leaves the brazen light;
The foaming sea leaves the quiet shore,
Who knows what has been here long before.
The bee, in his short life, leaves each flower
And each second leaves behind each hour.
Love is left by lovers who lied;
Tears leave the eyes just because they cried.
What has come will go away some day;
A poet warned, nothing gold can stay.
You
Every time I think I am getting over
you,
A friend comes home
And says,
”You’re better off, boo”;
Or
an underwear
You
left
behind,
Sneaks out
of our drawer,
And fucks with my mind;
Or
I see some guy
Walking down the street…
And I am reminded
of your
Hair,
or eyes,
or gait,
or feet –
And, no matter what therapy I have gainfully employed,
You
descend on my heart,
And I find it
destroyed.
Hearts Still Care 
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