Inside My Poem Book : Pots of Mystery- A Flower still grows

Our mind

is a mystery!

Sometime haunting us

of what we are not and 
sometimes makes us 
to keep wondering of

whom we actually
are

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Playing with the coriander ,on my food making an arc , an eyebrow

Dainty grape floating on a glass on milk,I struggle to drink ,your eyes 

Are your lips painted with cherries or are they apples cut in arc shape

The garlic teeth arranged ,its rawness attracted to your smile

Gosh! how you tantalize me in everything I see around me
In every bits and pieces and thats how I remember them-you

"Your face" fills my mind,clinging even in my trivial things

You filled my sense with the smoke of your love

Clogging me deep inside,hypnotizing me fully

I remember nothing, something that is not me

Around me,everything seems to move fast 

I sit alone and stare at  them ,slow paced

A Love is a strong potion rarely invented

If it sits on your heart, there is no escape

Imaginations swirls around the pot

Growing steadily like a flower