A Pint

Hold on, devouring takes time
Once happened, tastes like fine wine
Hoping it to be non-volatile with you
With a windshield,
Protecting us from the chaos

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And we're finally here.
I couldn't believe we managed to come this far.

Thankyou for all the love, you lovely YQians have showered my profile with.

It was indeed a great experience.
Loved working on one of its kind project.

*For the last time*

I, Muskan Aggarwal, a commoner in this megalithic institution of great writers, present to you all, "Unsaid", the twenty-first and unfortunately the last chapter of my most awaited Novel titled, "Damascene."

I'll miss you, Theo & Sam♡

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Evening shower wets the desolate estate
So we fondle under the blanket near fireplace
Way his arms enfold my clavicle
Makes my fragile being enamoured of him
His digits caress my thorax
As if preparing for fierce execution of my insight
As we lay in the bed, he frizzles my warmth while playing with my hair
Which urges me to nestle him up like an infant
To take the situation to the culmination
He presses his body against mine
And because of ongoing pinnacle, my psyche moans and cries
As the raindrops drizzle down on the flickering streetlight
Osculation of my brim by his lips makes the aura even more divine
How we twine in this hour of darkness
Make the proclivity of our hedonistic dreams go even more vicious.
  

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Gossip

Varied regions, varied sources
Various clowns, various bojack horses
Sequence is no joke
Only if served with ratification
Falsifying perhaps remains the central idea
Encircled by the ethos of greys

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FACELESS VISITANT
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I try not to remain alone but when the night creeps in, and the city goes to sleep, when only darkness is prevalent, the demons arrive, rise up above, sit on my chest and don't let me breathe. They ask me for a name, I give yours, lights go off and I hear nothing but the sound of Silence. They then, look me in the eye, and start smiling, seeing me in misery gives them peace, I believe. I resist the pain but their smiling turns into laughter and I become their favourite sad puppet. Hours pass by and I lay in my bed, lifeless, thinking about how far I've come in search of sadness caused by a mere mortal incapable of loving.

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Moans

On a restful winter night
When the lamp-post lits up
All the pitch black corners
His ordinary black shirt
Keeps me captivated
In the otherwise surreal dreams
Not only breasts, he fondled the neck too
As if looking for an answer to a
Third world riddle
The woman in me, stops him then
Provokes the heavenly link
To make way for the unheard moans
But his grim demise tricks my innocence
And visits the inner thigh realm gently
Been a decade since our bodies were separated
Yet his manliness is persistent
Though this time, it's more on the surface
And less in the wild.

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Be a Bourgeoisie

Romance left him unromantic
Collapsed his sultry ways
Of being seductive
Yet he leans on
To keep his sanity intact
Fix the dwindling lies
And not be a Proletariat.

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When I lost
Touch with his toxicity
I got
My self respect
Back.

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Suffering

Sleepless nights in the broad daylight
Starring world's unsung symphonies
Vision of a faraway galaxy
Makes the heart go in a frenzy
Perhaps, no longer his idea of love is same
I won't get mine vary
For moon's everyone's love anecdote
But blisters are only visible to the true
Behold your breath for the truth has been spoken
Innocent ones still lie in the graveyard of your explosion
Nothing is much virtuous than inbound healing
That happens without safeguard and guilt.

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The Sail

Starting off as bright
Then
Barging in the deep
Oh my dear
It's not so clear
But don't you worry
I'll be at the Sea
Stopping them from disturbing
Your happy sailing.

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