Poetry is an etched blood, spilt only for True Love!

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Let not my blood
To be rushed
With your diademed smile.
Let not my Heart flush
With your blushed cheeks.
Shackled me
With your twinkling eyes
That make memories never dwindle
Until the mortality swathed me into the ground!

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When Coffee wants to sip Tea.

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The moment I lost him was
the moment I started searching for myself.

My search has never had an end.

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Scrapping heart
Hopping in mat
With kindling memories
Into Warring eyes
Wandering for sight
Is an art of might.
Daring hands
Longing for heat
To feel the life
Softening moan
Buzzing breeze
Love on ooze
On this brief Night
Caress me light
But on hip tight.

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We taste bitterness in life only from the sweet-scented words we once breathed in.

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House is empty
Heart is Housefull
with bereavement
of your eternal absence.

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Deaf hearts can never feel the voiced souls.

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When darkness needs light, it chooses where its light is. That's why it has reached you now.

You are not in the dark; rather, you are the light of the darkness.

The epiphanic paradox is that darkness is the key to your aura.

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Nobody can be the same person to everybody.

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