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Sahil Thakur

PO# 362221
India
India
Poet, Photographer, Philosopher, Physician
February 8, 2017
Chandigarh, India

Sweet Verses #1

It's often...
The pain
That gives the most gain,
The pain
That rides the pleasure train,
The pain
That balms the itchy bane,
The pain
That is sanely sagely insane
The pain
That certainly makes sense inane,
The pain
That simply takes away every pain...

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DARK DAYS
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May 8, 2016
 

                    Love Bites

Silken words barbed with promises made,

Wet sloppy kisses bleached with lecherous trust,

Hugs light, betrayed with innate hate,

Emotional bases sprayed with flowing lust,

Beds despoiled with increasing   distrust,

Orgasms faked with grace and poise,

Such mates should one despise,

Such love should  one abhor,

For wounds that these make are deep,

They cannot heal with medicaments human or godly reap,

While tears flow like rivers and fortunes weep,

On affliction that makes thy emotions cheap,

On affection that maims thy heart incomplete...

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Recovery Through Words
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April 17, 2016
 

             Musings at Midnight

      The trinkets of love lay bare

    The memories hot, passions sear

     The twisted fate makes a pair

    The winds carves a niche clear

Roads traverse through every tear

  As affections steer & persevere...

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BLIZZARD
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February 14, 2016
 

Love Bites  #3

Moonlight night,
Passionate sight,
Indulge tonight,
In what's right,
Hold me tight,                    
For seconds infinite,
Don't fight, while the
Souls take flight,
Lips touch slight,
Let's rise in this LOVE blight...

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NEON WILDERNESS
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February 6, 2016
 

             Musings at Midnight

             The moment perfect,
     Bright neon flicking off your hair,
      Mixing breath, my heart afflict,
       Desire pure, the inferno clear,
       Time stands still, our prefect,
    Words ensnare while lips declare,
     Profess, confess and introspect,
    Emotions trickle, attitude debonair,
Waste not Love for we all are addicts.

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OPPOSITES DAY
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November 21, 2015
 

             Love Bites #2

Sometimes I breath in deep,
In times uncertain, dark and bleak.
The air rarefied reminds me of you,
Its sultry, smoothness I accede to.
The crafty waves caress my lips,
Sinful yet Sinless, Sizzling kiss.
The tongue it romances, hot and wet,
The crests, the troughs, the forsaken debts.
The palate it glides through, the larynx traverse,
Commitment, Vows, Oaths disemberse.  
The trachea reached, dichotomy inverse,
Branching ahead, the lungs develop ideas perverse.
Entwined, embraced, in empirical subverse,
Passions explode, sensuality disperse.
This is just what the cells hungry need,
Their love lust quenched, though apparent greed.
My respiration thus sings your nam...

KISS
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November 7, 2015
 

Broken Hearts and Wilted Flowers #2

May helped us mature into what we both always wanted  to be, hearts entwined in unconditional love. There is little more satisfying in life than dreams that turn into reality. It was one thing to watch a romance on the television, another to read about it in the books, altogether different from dreams the corrupt hormones concocted... This was our reality. Our tangible reality, one with our hopes, aspirations, dreams and most importantly our love.

June brought in the sweltering heat, the trees that had swelled with fruits of winter sleep, now were being robbed of their treasures. The heat brought the first signs of dryness in our relations as well. Her t...

WILTED
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September 27, 2015
 

              Love Bites #1

Flecked sparks in your bright eyes...
Shall one day be the cause of my demise...
Plucked my heart, to my tongue they bring,
Parts of my being, every fiber sing....
The decadent tunes your fingers play,
Your hair, my patience and the seconds sway,
Your breath writes my lyrics new,
In joy and rapture, my soul strings you sew,
With tender care, love and warmth dear,
You banish away my every fear,
In such happiness I shed a single tear,
for I only pray, you forever be near...

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LIGHTNING STRIKES
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August 18, 2015
 

#Birthday Lettrs
#Happy Two

I know I haven't been on Lettrs for the past few months. What I have missed is the sparkle of creativity this platform brings to my mundane life.

I have made friends here that I will cherish a lifetime. Though brief and virtual, the bonds formed here have more value than those formed in the real world. Sometimes it was the nature, sometimes the creativity, sometimes the endless bubble of enthusiasm and energy but sometimes you find someone that has all of these. Sunandini, you are one such gem that has all these iridescent qualities. The selfless rays of your nature helps hide our flaws. Like the burning ball of energy that sustains all life, you too carry the w...

SUNSET
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July 16, 2015
Chandigarh, India

            Musings at Midnight

Against the clock, Love makes you race,
Fitting years in seconds of passionate embrace,
Stretching seconds into years of
parting disgrace.

You can take up this journey alone sire,
For wanderlust always leaves behind an aching desire,
Their isn't sense to delay tears, while hearts roast on an emotional pyre.

This journey like all  other has sense in the travel,
Dates that occur on road, whilst away on the gravel,
Sense though isn't easy to make sense of yet, it takes another voyage to unravel.

Longing however isn't a typical race,
Just misplace, replace and then erase.
While the shards of  your affection commit this coup de grace.

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PERCEPTION OF TIME
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July 9, 2015
 

        What is and What is not

What if there's someone behind you now peering over to stare at your  screen as you go through this Lettr, waiting for the conducive moment to pounce upon your placid senses to steal your breath away.

What if there are fragments of energy that can charge up on the negative sense of space and time to confabulate and cohesively disintegrate into degenerate bits of nothingness that engulf you while strumming away your heartstrings.

What if when you think you are alone, you never truly are. There's a party going around you, where in cups made of bone, blood and guts  are being spilled and sucked by shades that are just getting ready for you to join their celebr...

WHAT IF?
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June 13, 2015
Chandigarh, India

          Musings at Midnight

The kingdom of flowers so vast has its ruler, rudder for my soul's mast.

Different hues over us, their spell cast,
Admires across future and past.

Pink/Red/White/Yellow, thy rainbow my eyes chose,
Peace/Prosperity/Purity/Purpose it shows.

Thorns abound, yet thy beauty grows,
Inspiring creativity, poetry and prose.

From a fashion accessory that helps pose,
To aromatic oils, that aid peaceful repose.

From adorning graves to wedding bouquets interpose,
Balance, Humility, Service in solitude it shows.

Plucked away, though it cannot speak,
Yet it sends across a message unique.

Beauty, Aroma, Sensuality, its qualities abound,
Selflessness however is what, give...

YELLOW ROSE
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May 12, 2015
Chandigarh, India

Broken Hearts & Wilted Flowers #1

I have been dating her for the past 1 year.

January was when we first met. The winter was at its icy best and coffee at the little cafe by the church square was the perfect elixir for frosted souls. She had asked for the ochre shots. Something most newbies never crave or order for. I will not lie she was pleasing to the eye, the winter coat gave her curves, prowess that the angels would be proud off. Little flecks of snow in her hair gave the appearance of sparkling starlight under the lowly light cafe counter. Tinge of red on her face was just like 'Kothkhai' apples back at our farm and well let's not talk about her voice because I can still hear her say...

KISS
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May 10, 2015
Chandigarh, India

          Musings at Midnight

From the first step to the last,
She stands by us like a mast.
Every broken dream, every tear shed,
Is washed away by the love she spreads.
She holds us true, she holds us strong,
Offering retribution if we are wrong.
We often fight, often laugh,
Every facet of our life is marked.
On this Mother's Day we thank God,
For giving us an angel of sorts.
May you live a hundred years,
What not, that you so patiently bear?
Words can’t state the gratitude we feel,
All we can do is humbly kneel,
Because for us you are the Lord himself,
The one, that helps us believe in ourselves.
You help us stand on our feet,
Actually you are the Holy Grail,
That we so desperately seek.

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MOM'S BEAUTY
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April 30, 2015
Chandigarh, India

       
         Musings at Midnight

We wonder child-like with open eyes
Tidings dark, painful memories, lies
The teachers we find, cannot explain
The incessant blues, the laconic lunatic cries
What's taught lisps away, flies.

The lesson last, The tests skipped
Humans perish asunder, while time fleetingly slips
So much to do, yet it stops for no one
The bullet it is, that's fired without guns.

Blood isn't shed, Life isn't lost
Yet you can't deny this irrepressible host
The night ochre of it's kills boast
Let's to this assassin, raise our final toast.

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PRAY FOR NEPAL
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April 23, 2015
Chandigarh, India

        Musings at Midnight

"He was a man, take him for all in all.
I shall not look upon his like again."
Hamlet Act I, scene 2, line 186

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HOW ART THOU
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April 24, 2015
Chandigarh, India

         Musings at Midnight

        Legends never retire.
     Sachin Tendulkar 34357*

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LETTRS SHERLOCK
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April 19, 2015
Chandigarh, India

         Musings at Midnight
Hope is a rope held fast in love,
When broken, tethered weathered heart's shove,
Peaceful souls morbid, depart as doves,
Treasures of stolen tears, plundered in troves,
Pain incessant chokes, regrets grave cough,
A noose tightens, perhaps slightly loose at the cuff,
The affection strands cut deep, afflictions chaff,
Did you get the crux yet, there's no rope only bluff...

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MYSTERIOUS DOOR
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April 15, 2015
 

        Musings at Midnight

             Electric Blues
                     from
              Swollen Lips
                   tickle
               Tender Bits
                     akin
              Sizzling Kiss
                       by
             Decadent Miss
                       to
             Orgasmic Hiss
                    while
             Lover's Remiss
                     into
            Forsaken Bliss

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ATTITUDE IS GRATITUDE
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April 14, 2015
 

            Musings at Midnight

     She wanted to spend the night
     Basking in the memories light
       Layers peeled off contrite
    Kindled inferno, passions incite
     Silken kisses, erotic tales write
Wandering tides of extreme delight
         Let loose the soul's kite
      Eyes then open, lend insight
It's just a case of lost Love's blight

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HOW ART THOU
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April 13, 2015
 

         Musings at Midnight

     I ache for what's not mine,
   The castle's defence assign,
    Lure for a treasure so fine.

      Hear me out, then align,
  Debate, redress, freely opine,
  Affections are supple spline.

    Chances promised enshrine,
       Opportunities sublime,
  Hearts though I can't confine.

  Imprison souls, bonds affine,
Fiery breath, to hell consign,
To live or to eternally shine,
        the choice is thine...

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WRITE WHAT YOU KNOW
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April 4, 2015
 

                    Dark Thoughts

Darkness gives a new perspective to life. Light is unforgiving, it strips you naked. Your perfections and imperfections all are exposed for the world to judge. Darkness however offers reprieve. It offers comfort when the light gets too painful. Often mistaken for the den of sleight, cunning and deceit. It actually is the lesser heaven where all mortals ultimately end. The shallow candles of our souls are melting into obsidian nadirs, but will you surrender placidly or will your wax run over making cesspools of wanton regret. The time to fan the flame is now. Burn or get burned out. Your ashes will however meet the ochre nothingness irrespective of what you c...

GRATEFUL FOR FAILURES
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April 3, 2015
Chandigarh, India

         Musings at Midnight

               Broken Dreams
         aren't they yours too.

             Bitter Memories
           we share those too.

         Bedazzled Existence
      probably that's true too.

       Bemoaning Temperament
      that defines me and you.

         Blazing Beginnings
      desire demands just few.

            Biting Finishes
        I knew you would too.

    Blood settles in like dew,
thy petals hence flower anew.

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LETTRS SHERLOCK
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March 17, 2015
Chandigarh, India

      ***Musings at Midnight***

The sun, the stars, the joy nature bears,
The breath, the beats, the senses humans share,
The emotions, the sensations, the solemn prayers,
Moments uncertain when our 'perfects' need repair,
Our toys broken, our dreams shattered, our unshed tears,
We are helpless, our faith caught in wicked snares,
God the creator, the one responsible is however blissfully unaware,
His image, His namesake though looks after our affairs,
Nothing escapes her, not even our miniscule despairs,
That's our only angel, our light, our Mother dear,
She makes sure we are the best, even fate she dares,
Nothing can harm us as long as we are under her care.
We can't even thank you for what...

HOME
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March 12, 2015
 

     ...Chaos Chronicles #3...

              The bells toll,
              You look away.
             In bitter towers,
      Brittle emotions astray.
              The air timid,
            Trickles in play.
               You seek alms,
            Uncertainly pray.
          Heartache settles in,
           Fates corrupt sway.
     You forget as dust settles,
            Everything's clay.

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ANGEL OF PASSIONS
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March 10, 2015
Chandigarh, India

          Musings at Midnight

    Moments eclipse,when we meet
     Your touch, the solace I seek
      Seconds spent, aching fleet
With you even bleak,seems complete

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LOVESTRUCK
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February 23, 2015
Chandigarh, India

        
          Musings at Midnight

          Soul's silent entwine
          Moonlit bodies shine
      Heavens themselves align
         Interpret amour divine
    Worship concupiscent design
        Darkness augury assign
           Love's unified shrine

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LOVE BIRDS
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February 22, 2015
Chandigarh, India

                 Musings at Midnight

          On space shuttles of desire
                       we fly in lust,

         Inspired by disbelief, in 'god'
               we perfidiously trust,

                 Our emotions bleed,
                 Our character dies,
         in hardworking our disgust,
               Our morals murdered,
               Our purpose expired,
           in deceit we try to adjust,

         Regret looks back iniquitous,
            like iron plagued by rust,

      Why forge our future, when next
        moment we could turn to dust...

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WRITE WHAT YOU KNOW
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February 21, 2015
Chandigarh, India

        Musings at Midnight

   Your love in myriad hues,
    fondles my soul strings.
      
       Your touch my drug,
   addicted my breath sings.

    Your presence to me dear ,
   is what flight is to wings.

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TE AMO
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