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Feeling Loved

Saw her for the first time The nature stopped all motion Listening the mellifluous rhyme Like I was lost in an ocean I wanted to flow freely in her Like the air she breathes Her velvet skin soft as fur Under my warmth she wreathes Locked in since ages Wanting to be set free Like a book with endless pages Or swimming in a never ending sea Let me remind her that she is my lover I feel her through the weather My wounds are bound to recover Even when I'm away, I feel we're together Sitting at the corner, lost in my own world Can't get her out of my head, it's proved Round and round my mind has whirled Every night, every day, I want to be loved   Photo by Anne Edgar on Unsplash

Living the Loneliness!

Feeling so lonely in the nights Locked down since centuries Memories of so many sights Of used and unused accessories Buried deep in the sand Screaming but voice unheard Will you give me your hand, Or the plan is deferred? Sky is bleeding blue Mysterious lights taking over But I can't feel the hue Under this thick cover Watching the sun go down Seems like a distant dream Waiting to come up or drown Along with the stream Silence as the only music to my ears Belonging to the sense of this onliness Recollecting the long dried tears And living this life of loneliness! Photo by Toia Montes de Oca on Unsplash

Your entry in my life is not wasted....

Image source - Everafterweddings.com.au Living the life Finding the love With peace or strife In or out of behove I am lying in cold Bloodless and all white But I am bold Because tonight I will fight Surrounded by this darkness Lonely and tired of light Left energy is all I harness I will do it with all my might Of all the superstitions Black cats or voodoo dolls Its the part of the traditions Can't you see the walls? Neither sweet nor sour, just unique Nothing like this I have tasted Just hear me as I speak Your entry in my life is not wasted....    Image Credit - https://everafterweddings.com.au/photographer-sydney/   

She took away my pain!

  Of all the Superstitions And the premonitions Tried all possible munitions Still she conquered my emotions Let her out of my mind She was tightly bind Came back out of the blind To her now I am inclined Dancing to the tunes Sky filled with balloons Of raisins and prunes Mornings and afternoons Forgot about the days Night is only that stays Comforting were the ways I would only praise Kiss of the lips that were devil red Velvet auburn hair numbed my brain Shh, she asked me just lay on bed  She took away my pain! Click here to read Her Love is Criminal! Photo by The Phope on Unsplash

Are you really what you are?

Running from the own shadow Reading the book kept on the shelf Here I have come in the light's glow In search for myself! Who are you really? Are you the person who hides from the world or is protected from the world by the supreme? Similar questions I ponder upon whenever I feel something amiss.The discussion about my my very own existence seems to end nowhere. There is light at the other end of the tunnel, they say. My question is, 'How long is the tunnel?  Several times I surmise the facts that may or may not be wrong. Either they would be partially right, either partially wrong. As a kid, when you are protected from the evil society, you tend to be someone who is lacking the natural vigor, the valor is missing. The natural environment needed for it to flourish is not provided. Another saying is, when the time bestows its magic upon thou, you may get the prowess to fight even the hardest of the battles in life. Where is the preparation? What role the pr...

Her Love is Criminal!

Her looks so killing Stabbing me from a distance In the wind so chilling The reason of my existence She crossed my way Even crossed my mind In the night and in the day Not liking the ways that bind Conquered by an obsession Or just a mere addiction Reluctant, I make a confession I'm tired of this affliction One day I'm going to find her Whatever it takes to get there This crazy winter is a blur But I'm no one to care Inebriated by the thoughts A feeling which is so subliminal It steals away my heart in shots Her love is so criminal!