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Jasmine Raskoti

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India
India
writing is escapism for me. I believe even a line made by u tells a story. I want to write for the dark and unknown.
October 1, 2016
New Delhi, India

#love
The delicious pain to savour through eyes and red lipstick!

HOLD ON TO YOUR HEART
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September 25, 2016
New Delhi, India

My heart is sick and sane
I am a lioness with golden mane
A jackal licked my feet
Ohh, I felt utterly sweet
He was a jackal and I a princess
But my heart he possesses
I plead him to go
Before friends turn foe
But he not leave
With his laughter he had another weave
Though a lioness, my heart is soft
Today that chapter is in the loft
I was ready to fight
The jungle in night
But as you know he was a jackal
A bit of coward and fake dazzle.

ORIGAMI
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September 24, 2016
New Delhi, India

Make me a bond
In the form of a ring
Put it in a glass of red wine
And I'll make u mine...

ANGEL OF FAITH
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April 2, 2015
Noida, India

These may be loveliest line
in which I want to describe you,
to draw your features
with my words.
the dark mysterious eyes
that were glued to me,
the manly hands that touched
the burning desire in me.
your breathe that travelled
through my lips,
your body's warmth
that left me wanting.
my soul searches for you
to have the satisfying grin,
which would expose to you
my sensuality.
the drop of your love
that speaks of my joy
the gasp relieved from your mouth
that adjoins the two worlds.
here, I sit astride
pulling you into my embrace
and my eyes closes
to relish the taste of happiness...

LEO
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January 9, 2015
 

The smoke from my mouth got infused into the bleakness of night.
I have been frustrated, and walking fast on the road made me realise how much angry was I. I breathed fast protesting against every last moment I had lived that made me mad.
I could not think of anything but lament. The lines on my forehead were like creased papers and irregular flames which despite burning my anguish, oiled it.
As I walked down the wide lane I could feel the loneliness not just outside my body but into the soul. It was cracking every nerve of my head. I went numb...

THE WINTER PENGUIN STAMP
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January 8, 2015
 

From him I seek
the art of kiss,
to enjoy rain of hopes,
to walk on the road of thorns,
to smell the undying emotions,
to play with the expressions,
to live the suppressed dreams,
to earn the trophy of respect,
to guide myself out of the dark tunnel,
to be a saviour
and to be close to some one who feels alive with me.

THE CUPCAKE STAMP
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January 5, 2015
 

God doesn't come to impart in you the fear of religion. He comes to show you the light of right or wrong. Because the light is the real God. there is no God in a perfect masculine or feminine form. they are the messengers of the true light.
Follow the path of right you will follow God.
live the truth, you will live with the God.
God never made any rules to follow. He just sent you to play around and find Him. when you will find Him, you will know what it is to be in the world.

HOME
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January 3, 2015
 

I have listened to many hearts. but one has touched me to the core.
he says
"I run away to save my identity. My parents can't be proud of it."

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LITTLE WORLD
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December 31, 2014
Noida, India

the sky above always call me to touch it.
I wonder what it would be like? smooth or rough? invisible or hazy? will I be able to grab it?
umpteen number of questions arise and then I get busy.
at night when I look at the dark sky, it again calls out my name. I want to touch it but how. I don't know.
There is a mystery which it always want to tell me but I ignore.
There is my reflection in the sky which mirrors me and buries in it the black secrets which I did not tell anyone.
I try hard to escape my reflection or touching the sky because if I did... my soul will be scarred.

FOREVER YOUNG
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December 29, 2014
Noida, India

She was pretty older than him. Initially she touched him and he felt weird. But gradually it all started. It was not his wish. He never was gratified. She was venereal and tortured him till he could scream. He could not believe that he has been the victim.
Years later, he embraced the love of his life and said the unsaid.
He could not satisfy her but she never left her. He thought it was his pain that has bound them.
But... She has loved him enough to raise a lover like a son.

THE BICYCLE STAMP
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December 22, 2014
Noida, India

I could not open my eyes to the stark brightness of his vision. Apparently, he was the truth I lived. In the darkness of the hour, he touched my skin with his soul. I was gasping, feeling the emotions at the time of separation.
I was wrong...
While the moment for me was of separation, he taught me the undying lesson of love.

ORIGINAL
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December 14, 2014
New Delhi, India

He says he can't leave me but marrying me will be a foolish thing. He admired his parents a lot. Going against them is just intolerable. He wants me for life besides him... So that he can feel the love I give him.
Has he ever thought that my heart has died a thousand deaths whenever he mentioned a girl for the marriage?
Has he ever felt that how alone I am even with him?
Has he ever thought that it pinches me whenever he discusses with me the scenario?
Yes I ask him about the same out of insecurity. I would ask him about random girls but can't he feel the insecurity in my words?
But may be I should stop being insecure and possessive because I know had he been mine he would have knelt down...

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December 9, 2014
 

Sitting in a quiet ambience, I tried to read my favorite book. I wanted to get lost in the words and step into that world. Something behind me pulled me. I resisted and ignored. It again grabbed me... I tried to free myself but it was dark and prominent.
He devoured the most beautiful words of my story and I lied there panting...

ORIGINAL
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December 6, 2014
Noida, India

Years of torture has made him tough. He never cried. He never said a word.
But a girl took out from his heart what anyone else could not.
The fear of older women.
The fear of being touched.
The fear of being loved.
The fear of losing heart.
The fear of getting raped again...

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December 5, 2014
Noida, India

how one grows up to fall in love with a total stranger...

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ORIGINAL
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