Wherever you go, I wanna travel along.
Let's outrun the places, we always yearned for.
Beholding the tint of orange, in a sunset,
Let's kiss only to pause, to mesmerize the canary's song.

Watch me dance in the rain, and if I stop at the thunder,
Hold my hands with a chuckle, make me complete my steps.
Let me wake up to your smiles before the sunrise,
Cause my touch be the first,before the sun strikes.

Just take me along, whenever you go
Let me give you my warmth through the tough and the snow.
Let my ears hear you confess, your love, again and again.
With you lying on my lap in a field with crescent nights.

Abiding would be our memories, perfervid our love!
Our bond be a festive, Candescent in this empyrean!

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Pluck the stars from the night,
There is no need for light.
A sensuality, an intimate
And a togethernes .
Bathed into lust ,
Endlessly I relish the taste.
Light me up with the spark ,
Of your heart and fill with bliss.

Your warm white flesh,
Touches mine in a fond embrace.
You crushed me with your moon lit face,
When the lights were in ambush .
The explosion of our hungry tongue
Intertwine between the parted lips.
Sprinkle rain in the desert
And lure me into euphonic melody.

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Annulment in session,
his custody a needy farce,
He watched in pain and desolation,
As they battled out their past.

It mattered to him not,
who fought for whom's sake,
For their clamorous indignation,
Had risen to teem every living space.

They were to be separated,
For they had let this hate bloom,
Today, his eleventh birthday,
Unacknowledged, in that packed courtroom.

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LEFTOVER
I think
I can never call what I used to eat a leftover
cuz it was a bliss what my mother used to bring.
When I was a child I used to eat leftover of others home
which now I name as a bliss.
Hiding her tiredness behind her smile
she feeds me with her hands,
she didn't have anything since morning,
still, she smiles and feeds me first with her hands.
Now after years when I feed my mother a cooked meal.
She still makes sure I get best out of it.
I think I can never call what I used to eat a leftover
cuz it was a bliss what my mother used to bring.
I understand now it was the love of my mother
that changed the meaning of leftover to a bliss.

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Being trapped and caged and bound
Itself should have killed me
But it didn't
As you can't kill someone who
Was already dead.

Being trapped and caged and bound
By the ones I trusted to keep me safe
Was what butchered the last bits
Of my beating heart
And let it to simply pump blood alone.

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06-05-2019

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Day-5 Poem-5
क्या इतना आसान है किसीको चाहना...
कभी कभी दिल से ही नहीं दिमाग से सोचना...
इतना आसान भी नहीं टूटे दिल को जोड़ना....
चाहने से पहले इस दिल का दर्द को समझना...
प्यार करना ही है तो फिर इससे मुंह ना मोड़ना...

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கால்கள் நான்கு இருந்தும்
நடக்க முடியவில்லை..
அய்யோ பாவம்...
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நாற்காலி..

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First, some relationships are neither blood relation nor conditional.
Second, trust is the basis of friendship.
Third, the synonym of friendly is forever.

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