Oh, you feminine filament,
Female's trivial element,
Oh, their threads of artistry,
With no raving books of history,
Oh, you strands of womanly hair,
Imprisoning me in your flair,
Oh, you fibers of ethereal beauty,
Diverting me from my puny duty,
Oh, you silent strings of serenity,
Crowning females with amenity,
Oh, you waves of whispering wire,
My love, my insatiable desire.

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Strands ! falling on your face.
Tuck them, I am all ears !

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Uniquely Beautiful
Bejewelled
With Early Morning Dew
The Silken Strands Of The Web
Looked Fragile But Deadly.

“The Web” Series (3/10)

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I see fallen shades of white.
Black is stubborn to hold on.

You say it's all grey.
I can't.
Tell me~ who says
they lived a grey life.

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Like the twisted strands,
slipping through my hands,
this moment retreats
as we count heartbeats.

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Forgetting someone is like brushing your hair,
You think that you have taken out the knots, then you realize you have also lost a few strands.

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The strands of our imagination
And sometimes beyond it....

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कुछ देर और रहने दो उन लटों को अपने चेहरे पर,
वो कभी-कभार ही मेरा कहना मानते हैं।

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Hey you listen!
Everyone sees you
but no one "understands" ,
Many meets you but they
either leave or "strands",

Listen Bub! It's your ass,
you've got to save it,
And bye for now cause
I am sick of this beard
and I've got to shave it...

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My words are the only mender of my broken heart!
The sentences, it's strands
My poetries, the needle, which however, pricks sometimes, but help mending the soul!
And I am the weaver of my own darning

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