Enamored

The wondrous sights and blooming blooms,
Fail to captivate my gaze;
And all the beauty in mankind's looms,
Can't seem to set my heart ablaze.

The words in books, they seem so strange
The music notes, just noise in range
I see art but mere brush strokes and strands,
No beauty there, just mystery!

No feast can match the taste of your lips,
No dancer sway like your curves;
What magic potion do you equip
To make me crave you all the while?

Oh, be with me, my dearest one,
Bring life and passion to my days;
Let's talk until the morning sun,
And let your voice be my favorite craze.

Your flawless sight and electric emotion,
Make my heart skip a beat or two;
And with your touch, a sweet devotion,
Thrills me through and through

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In Tune

I want to be in, those
Luscious dreams, you crave to recall
Sweet pain of love, you fancy to revive
Memories, you desire to hold on to
Zestful moments, you wish to froze in time
Taxing ambitions, you yearn to attain
Yawning thoughts, echoing your notions
Lofty emotions, you wish to experience

I want to be with You! Within You!

Let us be one, in tune

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Flare

Your tender bosom and slender body,
Stroking like a tinder,
turning me to just cinder
I surrender! I surrender!

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Artist

She fills my heart chasm,
With a swash of pastel shades
And ceases my soul’s spasm,
As the despair fades

Who is she ?
An artist!
As she paints rainbow to my sky,
Like a magician,
bestowing life into fantasies
I am enchanted !

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And the soul continues to burn,
In the yearning pursuit of unattained dreams and unrequited love.

Beyond all reason is this mystery of love.
And its magical rays rather a vicious loop returning to my core,
forsaking us as unacquainted souls.

Let me sleep on.
Awaken me from this beautiful dream,
Only to a land afar where love is love,
Just love!

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Hey! Bearer of burdens
Never be a prisoner of miseries
But a keeper of memories

Move on, leap ahead!

Gamble in love
Gather off memories

As its feel is peerless
And short of it is spiritless

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For a moment I cease to exist,
nothing but deadly silence besiege me
Is this it ?
For a moment strange yet a new feel,
Life felt culminated ,Future is silhouetted And dreams are curtailed
Is this it ?

For a moment my heart skipped a few beats.
Desiccate lips,damp eyes
I am pale and rather corpse like
Is this it ?

Yes! It is…
She yearn no more, no desire in her eyes,no care in her touch, and rather alien words she spoke off

I shall amuse her no more.
But my lips still tastes of her love,
her scent fumes as I still breath
And warmth of her embrace merely left me, as she says “I see no more of us”

So this is it!

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She is made up of words not everyone can understand.

Words may be veracious and nevertheless devious.

You may fail to read between the lines.
She may be dancing around the words to stow away her inner feelings.

She still remains an enigma. Running in to pages as you strive to reach the final chapter.

Look out for the lost words. A lot is said in what is unsaid.

Keep Reading! She may still remain unknown though.


-S.thariyan

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