For a few Colorful Stolen Moments More…

My clasp much too painful

The kisses sans passion

and reek in its place

With looks that no longer kill

Words no longer sweet

Humour that now smirks

As the glory of our togetherness

Finds the dark tunnel

Leading to the records of history

An archive

Spanning the grey moments in life


And I debate

Do I strive to mend the smudge

Or choose to abandon this painful

existence, for a life,

for some one is still

Waiting for the passion

In all its glory and weirdness

In all its abandon and compile

A new archive

For the colourful stolen moments in life

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Am a busy marketing senior executive ...seeking poetry and writing as an outlet for living life outside the four walls of my office... will be immensely content if my writing can contribute in any manner to the well being of my followers....

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