|...in love with the one to whom every that belongs! 🦋🌺🍁🍃 "Whatever our souls are made of his and mine are same!" 🐦🧘♀️|
• My Wholy World, alphabetical •
Bud of South.
I lie his East,
Tries to exist.
Radius of his body lane,
Of my soul's more half name.
Need-less of compass,
I take holy round on your initials,
Smell in blood stained clothes.
Angels and devils wounded inside,
Firey essence i felt,
Could stretch down high sky and,
mix into the earth.
Floating over hot water bottles.
Long days away from those,
Lipsticks and smudge kajals.
Wipe these from back of hands, yours.
Try every direction and pole,
No white, no shorts, no day dancing drama crowded folklore.
Chew down periodic chart,
Traditions tale be away from pickle jar.
My vessel quietly cleaning,
Can dwell heaven or hell.
Pre-Christmas morning poetical story.
Bah humbug! No bell was to hear in deadly frozen night my room was filled with these words. Peppermint stripped blue pyjamas wearing, an old hand with melting candle standing front of me. My heart jumped to my throat but he was calmly standing with burning flame in hand. With horrifying eyes i looked at him, he smiled and softly asked me: "dear, you've an exam tomorow?" I nod. "Then you not need to worry for these sorrowful past days and wishing desires to come true, tomorrow is your day." And suddenly he disappeared. With confused thoughts i hold back my blanket and tri...
If you want to love just, try to drink from same glass of wine. If you're drinking from same glass, try to use your lover's lips.
If you want to love your lover, learn first how to sleep and to awake.
If you know then, try to be awake while sleeping and fall asleep while wide opened eyes.
Three couplets. Thou art to toast!
Her miscellaneous body,
As boggling as a Rubik's cube.
Into room/house of your lover, God or a friend always leave your 'I' shoes outside.
As you use a clean pot/vessel to cook food,
Wash thoroughly your heart also.
Twinkler twinkler near far,
Every moon has its own star.
Crowded streets lonely heart,
I stood with everyone till,
When i child,
Whole class was mine.
Later, few flock sit aside,
Now they play their affair,
I'm in sinking sand and deprived.
You will probably whisper,
Don't got family sister?
Yes i do have...
All my effort and sacrifice,
For them, never suffice.
Under his shade of Adam's apple,
An Eve rested.
Pied Piper marching nostrils:
Whispering into her ears;
Again got tempted.
By sitting on that stone which once you've touched. I turned head to my left, a glance of that bridge under which we met and then I turned it my right; of momentarily heartbeats collided when with thousands twinkles. Now am looking straight into those two shinning stars and when your crescent stretched on your face. I simply bowed my head.
'Am greasing my nose.
With wounded hands,
A lighter, hankie, forgotten notes, and some candy rappers are below my pillow.
I was feeding a mosquito on my limb.
Tiny, still: he's pink,
Dream chants as he buzz-
Nothing's going to happen, don't make a fuss.
Sorcerery were his eyes.
Whenever he wishes to bite,
No patches to be seen,
Always got this fever in between.
Heavily i breathe.
Was in need for some truth, love, and care.
Stretch my finger to be-friend him,
He flew bid me adieu.
My limb bled everywhere!
Try to whisker in goodly way, before your daffodils left the field.
Love before you leave.
Yaar yaar kehke,
Oh yaar nu chadd phir gya.
Jis lamhe mennu yaar na mile,
Woh pal nai jeena.
Uske seene se lagke,
Saanse chal uthatin.
Kadmo ki dhool maathe laga,
Qismat sanwar jaye.
Aur Jo yaar warga,
Suraj mile toh woh bhi pi Lena!
Encirlced with toys against a memorial bonfire,
Empty little pots and pans trembles.
My few stars of constellation,
And I'm a log of past dream maze,
Still flickers with those desires.
उन दोनों हाथों की,
उंगलियों के मिलने से सुलझ गयीं।
Two wings of my butterfly,
Waiting to sit on your rose-y cup;
And taste dripping nectare.
With silent rooms,
Most screams exumes.
In all painted doors,
Some chain roars.
Like man of hookas/pipes,
Gargle slimy mice.
Inside locked briefcases,
Nothingness of universal faces.
Erase tropical or equator or polar,
Create your own systematic solar.
The blurry winter mid-day,
Of first meet.
I saw you across, the street.
I, like a childish river, broke its centre,
You had embraced me.
This life, or after,
Your warm arms, always, will be.
Doors of our ribs,
Glued together initially.
Later, opened and swings.
Each time this diya i hold inside,
Turns into mad bon-forest fire!
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Was living in wood.
Don't want to redeem.
Hither roll, thither troll,
Eyes warm, arms cold.
Dreary night, starry sky, owl's blanket,
Makes it more senile.
A horse with no name,
Obeys always by tame.
Circles around with packed sack,
Comes back in this black.
Licks wounds never settle down
Dust fumes houses around,
Love labour lost calls buffoon,
Kings queens squires let be a fool.
Hooves no silver no grey,
Nails in fashion roam slay.
Trees with no leaf,
Rests his soul beneath.
'Take time' and live more,
Roll blankets shut eyes and snore.
There...he weighs too light,
In the arms of his Lord's pride.
Every time whenever,
I want to flow my tongue–into your heart..
Pebbles of your mind full words,
Makes it stop
Every soul bears a unique light
Try to flicker more twin soul!
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On sea of peacock blue,
A lantern man passing through.
He pause, then walk, again hop,
Sitting on a flat cementry place–
A girl fixes on lantern that made her heart throb.
No car, nor bicycle, not on a Raindeer cart,
No beard(white), no shoes– just a tiny star-y spark;
With no fairy wings or any magical wand,
Only a lantern flickering in hand.
Streets were silent, so was night,
He steeped down from stairs of sky.
Air grew warmer,
Man landed on a leaf.
Scooped some from Big-dipper, set aloof,
Offered her a sip from that spoon.
As a hot–air balloon, they flew to the moon.
Awkwardly she stepped on shiny star,
They visited some galaxies far.
Shy, she was browsing sky,
Lantern–man read he...
All you have got this room,
One day you will share.
Some weeping silences,
Through entrance of a shadow.
Pleasures of emptiness,
Painful necklace hung on heavy door.
Knocking sacrilegious sacrifices,
Walk on deserted sky.
Snuggled that cuddling fur ball
Changed my world once for all.
His small lickity tongue slurp
My tensions from hand quicker.
Whatever stone do to a still water of pond,
Wind smash swirl through the open clouds;
How patter-y rain soak up the wild forest green.
You're among these vibrant hues of slipping sand now. Live.
Strangers might be their bodies...
But souls are similar.
Who's more beautiful
They argue not at all,
Little knows everyone now,
Those stars with moon–is there world though !
Who's more beautiful as Moon,
They fight on.
Little did they knew,
webbing something new!
#word of the week
Our dreams, are that world-
Where we'll be together,
🌒 Moon love to sail,
Dark blue grey purple curtain fall.
Windows of 🐈 cat eyes,
Stare at sky.
Winds of North colours him,
Comb down his wings.
He play and wink,
Wind follow captain every second.
Heaven Haven holy 🏠 house,
Laugh little lovely loud !
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