Love is an instinct
that makes you distinct.
It takes you higher to
glorifies the unrequited desire.

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"When my mind warned about you, I was reluctant to listen to it.....now I learnt a lesson that 'obeying instincts is the precaution taken to avoid our destruction'........!"

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Others will surely endeavor
To influence your ken;
Yet, your heart will, forever,
Discern what's real.
Trust it.

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मेरे जज़बातो की हिफाज़त अब कौन करेगा,
जिसे मैं न बचा सका इस बेदर्द दुनिया से,
उन आँखो की इबादत अब कौन करेगा ||

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The night was ours when we were there,
my lips on yours, your hands in my hair,
our bodies wet, trembling, glistening,
our souls intently, carefully listening
to the long, loaded silences we shared;
there were no words, we weren't prepared.
All that we knew was it felt so right:
a new language took shape that night.

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...it is just a name sweetheart
till you earn it

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Others will always try
To make you feel,
Suppressed;
Yet, your heart
Knows,
Your real potential,
Believe it.

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In a bathtub filled
With wine
Like a wild thirsty wolf
Soak with me
Let’s together watch
The moon weep
Show me what really is
Meant by animal instinct

Unleash your tongue
Taste my desires dipped
In the blood of memories
I no longer want to feel

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"Follow your Instinct and Passion.
Live Your Dreams and Make It
Reality ."

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I AM TRAPPED

Tangled in long moments of blithe,
That are now unwatered and dryth.
Mind being tossing in the long ago,
That once the destiny had bestow.
Again and again all that eyes and faces,
That are now became only just chases.
The smiles that once filled the heart,
Now became a reason of deep hurt.
All the long, curious talks full of foolery,
Now, that moments making just weary.
Unable to come out from vicious circle,
My pure thoughts now became cruel.
It's now I'm tired and nothing feels fine,
As that time gone far which once mine.
Now feeling just a fool and ordinary,
That I am losing all my imaginary.
Being in web of thoughts and netted,
My soul tired many times regretted.
Only Sorrow and acute pain fence in,
Pure lively moments are pain knitting.
Unsaid words are constantly talking,
Blaming for feelings not making.
All efforts of breaking trap are failing,
My heart and soul are fed of trying.
I wish I must be practical and mean,
As I think emotions has no aspirin...

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