PAINT ME RED LIKE RAVI
I was invisible, unsculpted, unborn,
My imperfect cheeks waiting to crimson.
It needed a man, a God, his fingers to breathe.
Then came He,
Caressing my hair, measuring the depth of my lips, kissing my nape...
Imagining all the colours he would engulf me with...
For I was his lover, painted with his blood.
His hands fabricated my bosom,
Cupping it with warmth.
He went on to dig the deepest ocean in the world.
"The naval" "the nabhi"
He wanted to drown in it.
But he couldn't leave me parched.
He engendered my yoni,
The most beautiful object of desire.
The culminator of life.
He created my volumptous thighs and rump.
I was ashamed petrified.
But he whispered in my ears "you're divine"...
He adorned my existence with jewellery,
Filling my lips with the blood of rose
And my eyes with the hinge of dark night.
I wanted to sob in happiness but I couldn't
He never taught me how to..What is a tear?
And there it was at the end,
A magnificent Indian Goddess painted in red and glory
Looking at Ravi for she fell in love with him.-
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My Lover's nest is far away,
In a dreamy and absurd land,
She took my heart with her.
For here lies only my soul
Pinning for the dark maiden.
I would wildly love the grim reaper,
If he could help me,
To express sweet nothings to her eyes
And get a kiss in revert.
A Methuselah leaf heard my agony,
And chose to save me.
With the dying breaths of his pores,
He would be a bearer of my love
and convey my words to my lover,
with the most intimate breeze.
For a second, I wanted to be the leaf,
For I could see black beauty shrouding me with the darkness of serenity.
I bid the leaf goodbye, who flew away in the air,
Journeying through the seven seas, the mountains and the misery,
to reach the Neverland.
I told the leaf to praise her eyes, her lips, her nose, her soul,
I told the leaf to worship her,
to make her feel whole.
For she is a complete woman,
with a tinge of glory
and a tinge of God.
The leaf returned after days with a song from my sweetheart,
She had send a kiss from her beckoning lips,
in the form of a butterfly
The magic of love changed the leaf to this magnificent being,
It flew around in the horizon
carrying the scent of my love; a nostalgia, a reminisce, a reminiscing.
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By using a glue called Time. It does heal everything let alone a broken heart❤️
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I wake up everyday,
with dreamless hours of dark,
hoping for a familiar, a soul mate or a source of light.
The house had an eirie silence
with droplets of water from the kitchen tap
breaking the quietude.
Emptiness prevailed,
in my home
in my eyes
in my soul.
It seemed I was invisible
I needed someone,
perhaps a companion to share,
my pleasure, my sense, my sensitivity.
And then I looked,
she was standing,
the dusky beauty,
with her shimmering eyes
and wavy hair, much deeper than the mysterious waves of the ocean.
She looked at me,
And I resembled her.
She was my shadow,
blocked by the shade of torment.
But she wasn't empty,
darkness shrouded her,
but she made it look so beautiful,
the beauty that came from the depth of her smile,
And then I realized,
She made me visible.
If she can be blissful,
Why can't I ?
After all, it's me and my shadow...-
She pulled the blanket to cover her feet,
for the angels of frost were tickling her.
The icy winds kissed her hands,
cooling her inherent soul.
Wearing the sunshine as her ensemble,
she felt the chilly winds dance,
to the tunes of the ice princess
skating on the shimmery floor.
The prick of the wintertide bit her cheeks
and she felt her lover's touch .
The wintry breeze embraced her
and she felt a string of soft pearls,
wrapped around her shivering neck.
The snow angels came and sat on her perch,
blessing her with rays of warmth.
She smiled at them with her glittering eyes,
that made the angels sing.
Flapping their wings over the silvery clouds,
they flew back to heaven,
painting the most serene portrait.
And there she was sitting on the grass,
pulling the blanket to cover her feet,
for the angels of frost were kissing her,
while she experienced the silly winters...-
She hit and smacked her eyes and said "Don't". Don't you dare cry for that monster. He isn't worth it..
The scared eyes stopped...
But the heart couldn't..💔-
When your bestie says "Main tere samose ka paisa nahin dungi, tu khud apna de"..
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When you broke her favorite vase and mom says "Ghar aja beta tujhe nahin marungi"..
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