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Books and Looks.

Updated: Jul 16

By Rajiv Gohil



I'm looking for halftime glimpses,


I'm aligning the sad stars out my window,


I'm painting pale shirt collars...


With her matching blue stripes,


I'm hoarding new chocolates in basic jars...


I'm rewriting notes in coffee stains,


I'm skipping lectures for sunsets ,


Till my mum calls for the house keys.....



I'm losing track of pencils she borrows,


I'm finding her in the lines I read....


I'm counting clouds between lab breaks,


I'm stitching jokes into nervous smiles,


I'm chasing her laugh ,


Through clock-rushed assignments....


I'm walking straighter,


I'm losing my confinement....



I'm sketching moons on my notebook's edge,


I'm trading playlists like secret letters,


I'm better at math , worse at sleep,


I'm tasting dreams in melting stars


I'm learning to live in chaos and calm,


I'm magnetising my weary heart...



By Rajiv Gohil




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