Category Archives: love

What we create together.

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Sweats from our touch is like the seraphic music,

you hear it and take it all in,like the holy waters.

This thumping of my heart against your chest,gives

the shakes to the neighbours.My eyelid is heavy,

my lipstick is off,you nibbled my fears,anxiety.

Like the mist,I got into you..you will to discover me,

see the reflection,then come and pat your heart,

I reside in there,open the knots,

the ties,

see the caricature in you,

The subsistence will grow harder,like parasite.

The quench will remain rapacious.

The thunder will rock our hearts,altogether,

forever,

Creating paradises to follow,

creating connotations of unfathomable desire.

I will soak into you,

bit by bit,

the level shall rise,over-rated it may be,

The smell of your chest gives the chill like the moon and the sun,

you make me,create me,

Like musical chords,

I hear you.

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Come,count the ways.

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You ask how my body smells of you?You ask how I breathe for you?The atlas of my body shall show you the destinations.It shall reveal all the vulnerable points of my body,like summer meeting its cool breeze or love kindling in the most rawest form,wild and free.

Come,I shall count the ways,I fancy you,like the brightest moon sparkling the dark skies,making the sky worth a glance.Like the infinite kiss one could imagine,with equations equal to exemplary delicacy.Like the ways,it shall be divine with you in mind and your thoughts wild awake in soul.So fresh and dewy you are,come count the ways front and back.

I shall take you to the fragments of my mind,then visit you in my intoxicated mind that hold the pictures of you,all intensified to the core,with colors of your love,red being the prominent one.The splash of colors remind me,your impeccable horizons,I crave.You exist in my veins,come peek into my blood,for it shall proclaim your love,for it shall declare my utmost desires,the unheard prayers of my fragile soul.Come once again,I shall show you the mirror of my heart,you shall know that it is all you,for you.

 



 

Post-Marriage.

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I got married a week ago,with all the decorative designs of mehandi..I still looked the amazing of all which even my darling husband agreed.When getting married,I had a row of turbulent thoughts about my marriage..the bondages that I had heard of,the orthodox family I shall be entering..with no  benevolence towards the new bride.My brother teased me the amount of tedious work I shall be doing,but my life was not what has been raved in the small village of Tamil Nadu.I knew since my childhood,God had a special coloured box for me..in which he stored all the mesmerizing things that could be hard for others to achieve.I was a sturdy child and a lady of strong belief.It was always hard to shake my rigid belief,for anyone.

Post marriage,my life did change much,with the amount of roars I got to prepare all the sumptuous dishes which was like I was supposed to be the great Indian chef even if my sisiter- in law’s food tasted alkaline to be precise.Apart from all the major dressing changes  that I went through and I know how much I hated to put bindi each single day on my forehead,there was something delicate that filled the void in my desolated life.My husband’s tall,chivalrous posture made me tickled since the day we tied the unbreakable knot.The vows meant nothing perhaps the time I chose him,but later I inhaled all the mirth of it.The air in which we lived was amazingly divine,like nothing could beat the heat,no matter what.The disputes always ended in roses.He,never failed to put a morning dewy smile on my face and that was my only makeup I remember,besides the bindi of course.I knew,post marriage my laws are going to be tough for me or even the new house won’t fulfill my insatiable desires for almost all the things.But,I have had him..for now..forever.I knew that was all I desired.

And,today..I wear my bindi substantially for him,with my fragile smile still being my best makeup.



P.S- Don’t hit the like button prior reading this post,you won’t hurt my feelings.

Your magic.

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The torments of my worries,the conjecture of my peace get beautifully woven when your hands hold my waist.The tiny droplets in the sky seems like a river,a gushing river with the tales to tell in my ear.Your magical preludes exist all in the air,with sparks and glitters.My tears are vividly kissed by your mesmerizing lips,so tender and fragile the moment becomes like the newly offspring to the mother.The astounding moment when you spread your magic all over me is like the various exuberant colours of a bird’s wing,when opened one can see all the possible passion for life.You,my dear soul has the equivalent charm..a charm so unbroken and fresh that my heart holds it,preserves it and kisses it with the anew vigour.

The land that you have woven for me,the words that you comforted me with are like addiction now.I am so much into it,living in you..like other half,oh yes you and you magic shimmer my eye like the pixie dust.Your horizon is wide as sky and the beauty in it is my home,my peace.



 

If it ends..

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The journey is blooming day by day,with that touch of love, your vivacity,

you thrill me like that summer breeze.

you held me so firmly,like a mother rocking her baby,

if it ends,I shall be a catastrophic truth,

no one shall read me,no one shall see me,

for the startling truths even have a mystery.



Dedicated to the love of my life..You are in my veins.Thankyou for everything!

Invincible Forever.

Related imageTogether,we shall kiss the memory of grinning thoughts,

with you and me in it,

Don’t quit on me,for I romance with your images,

concealed clandestine,

in my heart.

Off the shore we shall go,and then I shall enunciate the butterflies you gave,

so hold on my love,for my heart needs enough of your sacred touch,

to make me instill with your pouring love,

forever.



The colours of your Love..

"Your Presence ignites the fire in my soul & the passion in my body so exquisitely that I can feel my existence beyond dimensions & parameters. I know deep inside me that we will always be strong together & I will be with you forever." ~ Written by Aarti Khurana ♥♥ Beautiful Artwork ~ Artist Unknown:

Pick up the long brush and dip it into the red colour,then stroke my body with the same..dip it again in that heavy paint..colour my waist till the moonlit drops and the anew morning knocks the door.Take me in you,again and again..hold me hard so that my heartbeat stops,let me feel my oblivion as I breathe hard,now arrest me in your thoughts.The dimensions does not concludes at this level as I am still awake so take me back again there,make me free..make me wild.The touch of your hands on my back is like the strong fire that ignites my future wisdom,so show me your colour depth!Don’t stop thumping my mind..don’t stop making me wild.Hold your brush more tightly and colour my body once again.This zone where I have been has suffocated me since then, the brim of my love extinguished and got lost,so make them discover for me..discover the new delights all over my body,then we could luxuriate together.Take me to the wildest world,where our desires can collide..fire could sparks and the nights shall be bright.Show me your colour..the deep passionate one,and fill me with that till I break.