I miss the way you observe me reading,
Your attention shifting from the words on the page
To the subtle details of my being,
I remember you noticing the green nail polish
adorning my toes and -
the delicate silver ring encircles
the second toe of my right foot,
Each glance, a silent poem of your affection.

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I don't know how obsessed I'm with your absence rather than the presence ever could.

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Eden of love

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She was weird, wise and wild
Unfurling her life
petal by petal
And, he was the only one
who Perceived all the
arcane characteristics
hidden beyond her wild soul
and intoxicating heart. — % &

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Some nights,
I crave not the stars,
but the warmth of your arms,
a place where even the moon
would envy the way
I feel whole.

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......... And I may say my last words to the final pilgrimage - "11 more minutes and 11 seconds please…!"

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Life is older sometimes, like the pages of an old diary. It is like facing different emotions at a time, at first I would be smiling, then I cry, I criticize, I hurt others, I care, I miss, I love and I fight, and so on. I may be happy, I may be fine or I may be scared, hurt, and sinned. It is difficult to control me, my soul, and my inner feelings. I used to love myself very much at night rather than during daylight. It is easy to handle myself in the dark because   I am wild, imperfect, and chaotic.— % &

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Your touch is a poem
Written in the wilderness of my curves
With lustful blood that warms your nerves
Never did i taste sin,
but only heavenly pleasures often
it stitches up the broken hands of serenity
and opens up to the fullest pace of ecstasy.

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Those days, the pavement seemed fascinating to me with those evening walking, sunsets, sunflower fields, grape gardens, our favourite melodies, chay and omelet combination, French fries, night rides and the spree. Your hands touching mine with a smile of utmost pleasure to enjoy our tight hugs, hard kisses and bites of mine on your neck. Those were the evenings when hours seemed shorter than minutes and seconds flew through the cold breeze.
Long walks full of exhilaration, then came to the roads of hostel gate with the faint Street lambs of quietude. You craved not to depart and hide behind the huge water tank and kiss under full moon nights, until sun rises. It was difficult to be apart even for a few hours or for a night. Sometimes, we felt pitifully sad and abandoned at 9.00 O'clock soon after the hostel gate closes. But for now, those are the precious moments that adorn our love in a longer grace.

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"With you, life is simpler," I whispered,
"but time moves faster than I can hold on.
I want to stay here,
in this moment,
alive with you,
before the world pulls us away."

He kissed my forehead,
"Then let’s make every second here
feel like forever."

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