“Our First Kiss”

It wasn’t fireworks, not loud or wild,
But something quiet, sweet, and mild.
The sports complex stood still, the air grew thin,
As if time bowed to what began within.

Your eyes met mine, a risky dare,
A promise trembling in the air.
Few words were said, none could explain,
The pull of joy, the touch of flame.

Our lips first met — soft, unsure,
The moment felt both new and pure.
I swear the stars leaned in to see,
Two souls collide so easily.

You lingered — tender, slow, divine,
Your breath became completely mine.
Since that night, I still relive
The spark that kiss first chose to give.

And now I know, with every bliss,
My world began with our first kiss.

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No fingers prickled by her spine ever quetch,
Nor any pages stained by her nectar.
Always the first priority for a sketch,
Rarely qualifying as the lover's spectre.
How lucky would she be,
When eyes notice her rougeur before her thorns.
Or is it with everything he sees,
When only from a distance he adorns!

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You turned my storms into rainbows,
Not just my thoughts,
You also made my heartbeat echo.
Through these valleys
And those beyond,
You turned all my dusks into dawn.
✨

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Promise me love✨
That I'll be your happy ending,
And you will be mine.
Forever might seem too short,
To last a lifetime.
The journey won't be easy,
A bumpy ride I'm sure it'll be.
But if you stay by my side,
We'll be the strongest team,
You see.
It wasn't easy loving you,
Daring myself to be vulnerable.
But now that I've found you,
I found Love,
Epic and memorable.
🥂

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Champagne some, on ur lips and mine,
Dazzling as we view the sunset.
From our balcony over the clouds.

With the only glitters that shine,
The mundane world as we forget,
Tangled in each other's arms that surrounds.

A kiss on my head, a kiss on your chin,
Under the freezy starlit quilt keeping us warm.
A look that holds us for hours,
Another champagne, might not be a harm.

The glaze in our eyes and sparkles on our lips,
Even the stars envy from above.
When together our soul dances and soars.

They say hearts race when in love.
But mine somehow peacefully resonates with yours.

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Some vacuous letters, I gaze on on my desk,
While my blood stains red some more.
Shredded illusion transmutes grotesque,
While I lie numb in agony and war.
Days weeks and months I had,
Crafted letters, More wrenching than your'
But every time I wrote one to you
I siphoned out a little more.

How do I write further?
For all I had in me, Has already stained a lot of you.
I'm not sure! Whose humor runs these parchments.
With "nice shades" of betrayals and attachments.
I have no strength to keep writing,
Even though I wish to carry on.
One last red letter you will receive
That says, "Finally ! You won !"

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Mystery to some, To others a portal,
Science to some, An ally for immortal.
A facile argent, the truth I can reveal,
Lies safe and unknown within my seal.
You crafted me as a tool for vanity,
But I only unveil what's bearable to sanity.
From gothic creatures to that of mystique,
Resides in my replica from antique.
They say don't peep in too far!
For you may forget who you are!
Soul's snatched of purity,
And minds overwhelmed with malice!
They all fall prey to my obscurity.
Was it Snow White or Alice?
I can show what your heart desires,
What you seek in bones and flesh.
I can hallucinate you for what's unreal
And can peep through,
Your deepest darkest spider mesh.
So beware! Those who stand before me
A mere mirror I am,
For all who see.

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//A candle that reveals hearts !//

Midnight my flame,
Lights up a few billet-doux.
Dripping elixir from me, sconce!
Obfuscates the writer's name.
Would the mistress come to her rescue?
Or would she let this fire swallow the response.
It's arrival was ill-fated,
Letter's letters be destined for ruin.
Twice by an endless stream of pouring,
First by my wax, Later my mistress' mourning.
Half burnt, Half smudged, Akin to my mistress' heart.
I know not what the daylight holds,
For I come alive only when it departs.
How gleeful would the next dawn be,
When the mistress sees this mess!
Would she light me up again tomorrow?
Or would she choose lightless gloom to express.
With the last ounce of oil left to burn,
Both myself and the lover's letters.
I wonder, If and When ? Would another letter arrive ?
Untill then, I hope the mistress finds elixir,
Both for her heart and for me...

//Some fires prove those worthy to burn for !//

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Never too close and never too far,
An aeonian parallax etched on paper.
The tale of two souls carved from a single star.
Buried in shelves some already forgotten,
Some will be later.

Is it fair?
To question Ares' love for Aphrodite.
Or was it really destiny
Does that forbid Radhakrishna's unification?
What is it about that poets tirelessly write?
Maybe just karma's domination.

Some people are brave enough
To live a happy ending.
While for some there exists no ending at all.

Writers will keep writing,
Shelves will keep flooding.
Lovers will be remembered in paper stacks.
Poor souls will be reincarnated again.
But the twin flame will always be,
Only a synchronic parallax.

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The lavender hues now encompassing her aura
Not long ago were laden with ashes.
Dusky-Grey. And a plethora
Of Sooty wishes that's all she ever received before.

For a long time she believed,
She was only what she was smothered with,
And could not be anything more.

Sunken in the depths of the valley of lies,
And shattered beneath the weight of a mundane heart,
Was a poor lavender that cries.

But then the sun came up and soon the rain.
The lavender evolved from the dirt and the stain.
For it would never have to be fearfully cloaked in again.

The lavender now lies at the top of the hill,
With a view so wide she rules all that she sees.
Now no one to pluck her or dispose her off.
She's no more the scared, timid girl
And this, the entire valley agrees.

With walls so thick even the sun takes longer to sweep
And her armour stronger that ever before,
With her roots so deep that soils her confidence.
And her pure intensified vibrance
That warns,
"Now the lavender too has thorns. "

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