"Inside the waves
of her penned love letters
I found shells of that misty rhythm
I then wrote heartfelt confession
along with those beats
and my camouflaged love
now was felt through her
whispering red lips
then my jittery heart
along with those piquant lips
sang a new found ornated
romantic line."

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To live better everyday,
conquer your inner weather,
those fierce winds and dark skies
should be moved away for sure
into clear skies and calm breezes,
love!

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These dark leaves,
are they the symbol of
my crestfallen days?
These dead leaves,
from my soul have
turned blue; my mind
tree has finally shed
them this winter!
Say quash, hush, it's me!
Don't rush, let me be free.

Those memories
never did bode well
with me. Now that they have
finally left my soul,
they can also be a signal
to return to my overt
joyful soul & ornated style
of soulful writing.
Say quash, hush, it's me!
Don't rush, let me be free!

Its baleful effect
has almost derailed
my soul! Now perhaps,
it can be a symbol of
quietude as well!
Say quash, hush, it's me!
Don't rush, let me be free!

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Then I saw 2 ladies gazing at each other, one wearing a little too short skirt and the other in her usual horror black wear. And me? A pathological single man who happens to call himself a very observant writer, observing the topography and the nature of these young ladies! One could be a wife to an authoritarian husband or a daughter of an authoritarian father. The other could be born in a household where relationships are not that meaningful, where baggages of being a beautiful obedient wife doesn't exist!

Ohh, I don't judge things I can't control, but this piece requires you to believe me, so please! The man in me tells me to not to look at one woman at a time, hahaha! Maybe the pain these women carry can not be understood by me, which means I am a mean strut or blunt writer, hey nope!

But hey listen, if those ladies are reading me, listen to me please, whatever be it that you hold inside, don't ever shut your soul out. And if you are confident being inside that wear, go ahead and live your life! And who is stopping from trying what you want to? The other day I wore my superman costume and everybody was looking at me, yeah I bought some new pink underwear, hahaha!

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A lot of you were very much inspiring!

But you!

And I was drawn to write not only by curiosity and zeal, but the heart that your words possessed. This is for you!

My inspirer lady! Thank you so much!

"Editor by profession,
writer by passion."

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that revealed I had a lot more potential than I thought! I am the fire, I was looking for 💥💥💥💥.

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that wont fly away
with force of the wind
that brings it down.

It will still look fresh,
no matter for how long
you stamp it down
with your powerful feet!

Solence your lies,
and get to live with it!!

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Do you know, how they purify gold? It is a chemical process that separates particles and purifies the Gold to its finest. A lot of those shells get diluted away in the process. Thanks to my 9th standard chemistry teacher, I am forever grateful to have learnt that!

Likewise it requires a certain amount of discipline, perhaps even plenty of misery to have this level of identity in the market as a 'ghost writer'! Finally my experiences have started earning me royalties from the world around me. Well, by now I have nearly 7 plus years of serious writing skills. Those were the days when writing was a war, today it's a pure delight. Right now I can take my Sabre (pen) out from my pocket and slice you into pieces.

My conviction tells me to stay silent and smile back with vengeance or just make those ripples with my words so that you will start shivering up to your toes!

My Golden Sabre!

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Sitting next to her,  
he sang a lovely romantic song
she then whispers more sweetness
into his ears.

They then descend together from
those lush green mountains
into their velvet bed
that sits between those
glowing greenish glass walls.

Upon awakening, he sees
her streaked hair curls
over her reddish pulpy lips.
He then moves it away
and keeps his lips close
to her slow long breaths,
inhaling her breaths outs
of love.

And who doesn't love
such lovely love poems ;)

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Title: Drenched

He was hesitant to pick up his pen. He then sat in that corner, drenched in his dark, erratic thoughts. Writing can be very easy at times, but writing to requirements in those watertight formats that stifle your creativity and freedom can be difficult and evasive not only to your mind but also to your heart. Will my text perplex itself, he wondered again.

Perhaps this is a new journey. Making your way when there is a rule book to follow can be extremely difficult. Penning can be a conscious endeavor, and writing with such thunderous glory can be a daydream, but as many moons pass, you might be able to find a way through.

"Oh, please don't say no; let those frigid tears of your pen fly away and the warm dark ink not leave you in the lurch," he told himself.

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