One fine evening with you,
The onshore winds, the aroma of your physchedelic perfume, and the beachwear tinted blue,
I am adrift between the symmetry of your eyes and the geometry of your petal lips,
Feeling the gentle pull of your soft palms, we walk along the coast endlessly,
Fading away in the metronome of these magical hours, I feel like sinking in your elysian presence;
As you talk me through the crests and troughs of your enchanting life, I feel groomed by the nexus of your healing words,
Resting my head on your shoulders, we spend the evening by gracing our sensuous affair,
Thus embracing the colors of heaven on the offset of ocean waves.

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August, you sweety,
You got me smokin'high on her enigmatic soul,
Calm as blue, you got me sinking in the depths of her concordant affection;
My nights are devoid of their sterile darkness as the sky is filled with her loud colours flaking in all the corners of my rods and cones;
My memory has become so susceptible to her angelic shine such that my circadian clocks are twisted, putting me in a state of hallucinatory world;
August, you sweety, Should I thank you or not!, but you better bring her to me, or I shall be sailing through these waves of emotion until death scatters me apart.

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In the hush of living, exisiting and surviving,
When you sit by my side,
All my senses blend into singularity;
Your imperial voice, as it gushes down my ears like honey, I feel hypnotized of your sweet cologne;
Walking down the alley, with your fingers gesturing around,
I see nothing but feel the freefall in the weightlessness of your gentle footsteps;
As we lie down on the mushy grass staring at the majestic star heaven,
And the night falls with auroras lighting up your face,
I feel forever tethered to your ethereal soul in the serendipity of meeting you just once and getting attached.

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Time is a bitter-sweet agent of life;
As it passes, you see the right person but can't stop as it's the different dimension;
All I remember is the ocean of perfect synchronism in her eyes, her mumbling voice, and a fierce soul;
I have read so many books, but that moment seemed so divine that it revealed all the secrets of life,
My heart was pounding, with my eyes struggling to keep the contact,
As if my consciousness sensed the DNA that nature preserved just for me to decode;
In sheer agony, I recall this moment as the person is gone, and her voice just exists as an echo in me.

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Today, everyday and thereafter,
My mind wanders in the passive world of red roses, a violin and a misty evening,
A fresh bloom of smile deep within my heart,
There I see your eyes, and I wonder why I looked at the skies,
As you made me feel the touch of a galaxy nearby;
I slipped and tripped in my mind, ' I think a million times',
As if the spaceship of my thoughts went into a free fall;
Before I can speak a word, the time finishes, and its again the whole night where I spend the moments in drawing you closer to me, ' atleast in the dreams where I want to be awake'.

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Sitting across, melodic pause,
A spike of energy, and my heart tossed.
The wood ran cold under my resting arms,
As the candle extinguished between our magnetic charm;
Moonlight on your lips,
Shined like never before,
As it was hard to keep up with your words because they meant like never before;
I became an artisan for that evening,
As the normal world faded in your growing warmth;
We sat there till the morning dew settled on your soft cheeks,
And you nudged me with a soothing whisper, saying, "wake up my cherry cheese".

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It is day number 8547 since I took form of a human being,
And I felt it would have been of no significance for you and I to be born in different centuries,
One day and that was enough for me, to live.
But then lightning struck on the calm roads I was walking in,
by the strong swords of twisting winds,
And my heart knew it meant to beat forever and never pause, not even on the command of the universe.
A directory of all pieces, photos, plans that we made, places that we went to, was for me, worth more than selling half of the billion stars in the visible world,
I remember the last moment I peeked into your eyes, I could sense the stream of thunder erupting in my body,
And, as the plane took off from the runaway,
The space between us filled with stars, mountains, rivers, blue skies and fragrant forests,
as if God filled the emptiness between us with the plush creations of immortality.

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A corner, anywhere in the world- rationed sunlight, old journals, that specific stain of memories in the mind, rusty eyes, melodic aroma of drying ink gives me a scroll through my feelings as,
"I have felt the tremor of cyclonic winds and towering swells,
Minutely escaped the shaking of land underneath,
Felt the energy of colliding clouds
And absorbed the harsh summers of Tropics;
But my world stayed the same",
Until I met a soul whose presence flattened almost all the natural and artificial, living and non- living mass and material whose beauties, in my eyes, are in the books of the divine;
Every time I open the window with the chapters of then,
The intensity of her, which is still staggering, drills into my day like rainbow sunrise,
As if my heart is on radioactive medicines,
Curing the ever lasting impact of attachment.

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I wrote this on the notepad of Blue sky,
With the bold letters of my breaths and punctuation of my heart;
As the mild perfume of sun-baked Marigold surrounds me,
A sedative breeze enters my lungs,
The melody of hollow bamboo starts to form a choir,
I feel myself sinking in the soil,
All the voices in my head silences down,
I think the heavens are descending in this town,
The canopies of the jungle are replicating a crown,
I sit cold, playing the melody brown,
Taking a deep breath, in the flooding memories, I drown.

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I always remember losing track of what's happening now,
Flooding my eyes with the mist of that comfortable zone where I am standing still,
Clasping the cold railing, raising my toes and letting the reds, blues, greens and yellows of the art, life, "which I am part of", "Which I am, indeed", enter my soul and relish
That curious kid who saw beyond the sky,
That ferocious ancestor who laid the foundation of my society,
That nerdy scientist who scraped the atom with his needle,
That philosopher whose analogies formed the basis of our understanding;

We all, somewhere of the time,
Pause, reflect and feel the conditioning of our intrusive thoughts,
Those words, images and sounds come from the depth of where it all started. Feel it.

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