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When night is my soulmate.

What would we do if we were alone together? I do miss you.... All the time..:
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The sky has some ravishing tales to tell at night,the striking beauty seems so vivid to speak of its victorious solace perhaps;

The cool breeze teaches me to be patient as I mirror myself above the high sky,the magic and the delight to observe each sparkling star makes me feel fly;

My thoughts unravel in this frame of midnight,as if this composure will soothe all my bones and carry me to a place that is so buoyant,

I can walk in this calmness for long hours or could sit and wonder of all my powers,my love is passionate and deeply rooted for my honor;

I wish once,the great moon or the stars could come to me and offer me a kiss of fidelity,merry my heart will sing,ending to all the incongruous suffering.

Oh,yes make me your bride or lover,I shall be lost in you forever,there is something so charismatic about your night sight,I promise to be by your glorious side;

The marks of pain on my body shall be cleansed by your joyous love,teach me the lessons of life and detox me from this-worldly torment.

Be my light,be my guide..fill me with all the pride.Speak winds to me,giggle rain to me,ask the night to accompany me,so that my upcoming nights are dear to me!


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.

 



 

Lost Light..

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How deep I need to go to bring my paintings of heart,

how splendid should I be,to make you laugh,

I giggled and beamed to show you the light,

the light that fizzled out for you,

Wasn’t I keeping you warm,attainable,

suddenly,

cold breeze is speaking to me,destroying once blooming petals of heart,

here I am,shivering once again.



Sweet Meadows.

Related imageHand in hand,we exchange our breaths;

with tenderness in soul as intimacy controls;

the bubbles of warmth,the clouds of love;

The thrilling sites,with pride inside;

As we walk the sweet meadow.

The smiles thrive, in the exquisite miles;

Your touch I paint in my veins,

as we walk in the sweet meadow.



 

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.



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