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My hands cuddle the very presence of you,
the deep breaths and the warm body seep my thin skin to breathe the sleepy smiles.
The pinks tattooed soothe the longing of a never ending day.
My flowing waters wait your permission.
Pricking sun didn't bother me, cushioned in your arms.
My soul went in, not just the mere bodily me.
Don't think much, he says, but those over thought whispers keep you alive in me.

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निकली नहीं थी क़स्बे से अपने
हँसी नहीं ढिंढोरों पर उनके
हाथ का थप्पड़
लाड़ की रोटी
शान से लेकर चली वो अपने
दूर के सपने को कस कर पकड़ने।

याद न उसको कौन सी झुमकी
कौन सी सूरमे की लाली में डोली
जब ख़ाकी के श्रृंगार पर चढ़ा
वतन का सम्मान
ऊँचे कदम लेकर वो निकली।

गिरने पर मिट्टी शान से बोली
चूमकर तुमने ज़िन्दगी देदी,
लहू में बहता उसके साँसो का रंग
परचम फ़ौलादी का वो
लहरा कर चली।

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Mind said sorry, eyes didn't.

A forbidden sorry.

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I have seen his brew grow
and my petals bloom
In his few to more
my feathers free flow.

Only when
He a man
I a lady
perfectly clasped
the hands,

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The paw bites
of his fresh strides,
my heart beats
and the tail swags,
the playful jumps
to the jingling keys,
True lover to
my unsung piece.

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In the folds of satin sheets
laid her silken desires.
The cold eyes dilate
smothering all his efforts
to stay breaths away.

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I believe.

I believe in the
farfetched lullabies
I believe in the
midnight dog cries
what all it conjures,
the tide of nature's might.

Everytime when you and I
Created a poster,
A scenary to fly,
fly to the utopian sky
I believed in the echoes,
echoes of the dreams so high.

And yes, I bow to
The nature's thy
to culture such a
dynamic night.
Mornings to work
and evenings to glue,
bouncing back to imagine.

Yes, I believe in
what I believe,
Dream in the
nature's cradle
and sleep to
her lullaby.

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The world has ended
yet through the ashes
of the dead
I rise to create
my own symphony.

Song
for the world back to come
to eternity
history yet to be lauded
at all times.

How the dead were black
charcoaled inside out
Satan rode high within minds
Careless cared less
Humans shameless
pride in love for Earth
only in the writings
of the scholars
sugar coated mind hoggers.

My symphony turned
cacophony
yet let my history be lauded
at all times, everytime
that wrenching heart would listen
may that changing mind
save the ending world.

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BOO THE TABOO.

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Soaked in
drenched in the love,
her face
warm tinted red
veins pulsating
the soft brushes
behind those dimples.
strokes
of brown chocolate cream
flowing like a cascading stream,
silking my hands on to grab them
and pressing her lips more cherry.

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