she crisscrossed his ebony existence
like stars at night
love filled him from pore to pore
his entire being lit up
with ecstatic delight

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Reminds me of the day
When you held my hands
Over the cup
of a warm coffee
That you'd made for me
And I had looked at you
With a puzzled expression
Assuming, you'd gone crazy
And you'd smiled back at me
A bit demurely
And said thus, oh so lovingly:
Sorry, I have no hearth
In this place, so all I could
Think of to Warm you up
In this cold was just this
Tiny cup of coffee...

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Birds singing
In her hair,
She wore them as crown
They called her bohemian

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She was a woman of strength and substance and that was the only problem.

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तेरे जाने का, के
अब मौका नहीं मिलता
तुझमें खोकर, खुद से
मिल पाने का।

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Let's come together like
Ink on paper, speak to
me all your secrets, and
I would hold them within
myself forever.

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When you plan a night out
with some friends without telling
someone in your inner circle.
Le that friend on finding out about your plans:
(Inner Musings)

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The eve with crimson veil
crept casually over
my balustrade

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Isn't greater than
the happiness of
finding myself
all over again.

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दिल पे कुछ यूं
करते वार, उपवन
में चुभ जाएं ज्यों
गुलाबों संग खार।

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