Holding your hands is like holding water.
Your fingers flow through my grip,
the cold tips on my warm skin,
leaving a bit of you like colours
in between my fingers,
like the night's mist sleeping
yet slowly vanishing from a petal.
I like how I cannot hold you captive,
how you're not someone to catch
but to touch. I like how
your liquid flowy fingers have
a mind and legs of their own.
They slither, and arrive at the pit
that is my heart, tickle it and leave me
drenched in the rain that is you.-
I Love ЁЯТЦ You ЁЯС╕ Utna
You Love ЁЯТЦ Me ЁЯСж Jitna
I ЁЯСж Miss You ЁЯШЮ Utna
You ЁЯС╕ Miss Me ЁЯШЮ Jitna
Me ЁЯСж+ You ЁЯС╕ = ЁЯСлHam ЁЯСл-
рдЫреЛрдбрд╝рдХрд░ рдЬрд╛рдиреЗ рд╡рд╛рд▓реЛрдВ рдХрд╛ рдЗрд░рд╛рджрд╛ рднреА, рдореБрдЭреЗ рдХрдмреНрд░ рдореЗрдВ рдЕрдХреЗрд▓реЗ рдЫреЛрдбрд╝рдиреЗ рдХрд╛ рдерд╛ ред
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рдирд╣реАрдВ! рдореБрдЭреЗ рд╢рд┐рдХрд╡рд╛ рдирд╣реАрдВ рдХрд┐рд╕реА рд╕реЗ рдмрд╕ рдореИрдВ реЩрд╛рдореЛрд╢ рд╣реВрдБ
рдЪрд╛рд╣рдд рдЬрд┐рдиреНрд╣реЗрдВ рд╣реЛрдЧреА рд╡реЛ реЩрд╛рдореЛрд╢реА рдмреЗрд╣рддрд░ рд╕рдордЭреЗрдВрдЧреЗред
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Our love is like,
Creep and bondage,
haven't seen eachother anytime as captivated inside the walls of time and future,
but its pretty much to last forever...-
The recipe of Love...
Take a bowl of Spring
and add:
1 tablespoon ~ Courage
1 teaspoon ~ Colour
1 cup ~ Night
1/2 a cup ~ Delight
100 grams ~ Melody
50 grams ~ Cloud
2 drops ~ Rain
Roll them up in the flour of heart.
A Rose petal or two is a personal choice.
Roast in wildfire of desire for a week.
Garnish it with poetic spree.
Now serve it singing
One Four Three!!!
~ rohan
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рддреЗрд░рд╛ рд▓рд╣рдЬрд╝рд╛ рдпрд╛рдж рд░рдЦрдиреЗ рдХреЗ рд▓рд┐рдП
рдореИ рдЪрд╛рдп рднреА рдХрдбрд╝рд╡реА рдкреА рд░рд╣рд╛ рд╣реВрдБ
# Psycho_Writer
# ╨Ь╤П_Ni╨пwAnDa╨п тШЕтШЕтШЕ-
рдХрд╣реАрдВ рднреА рд░рд╣реВрдВ, рдЬреБрд╕реНрддрдЬреВ рддреЗрд░реА рд╣реА рд╣реИ
рддреВ рд░рд╣реЗ рди рд░рд╣реЗ,рддреВ рд╣рд░рджрдо рдореБрдЭрдореЗрдВ рд╣реИ-
рдореЗрд░реЗ рд╢рдмреНрдж, рдореЗрд░реА рдкрд╣рдЪрд╛рди ред
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