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It's hard to forget
those eyes, that gaze.
After all these years,
those memories still amaze.
Moments that never came,
but our brain contemplate.
I see him move up...
happily and content.
And here my bod is sexy as hell.
I do miss something....
but that ain't him.-
His smile often reaches his eyes
when I show up at his door.
The moment transcends into
holding hands as those desires roar.
The lust has taken over, it
needs our attention.
Our writhing bodies with soul screeching,
just demonstrating pure passion.
There we meet in the middle
half torn, half winded.
Yet, we go at it again,
because this fleeting moment
is forever gilded.-
They say, it's the choices
that defines us.
What they don't say is
there's always second chances
that life throws at us.
And not knowing these options
makes the difference between
living to work and working to live.-
The laughter, the smile,
little glimpses of crime.
Our evenings are full of
some clever and stupid rhymes.
One cooks, the other eats,
one chops, the other cleans.
That's a little perfect world
we manufactured to stay in.
Now it seems like a simple design,
but you tell me...
isn't how luxury is defined?-
खामखा की मुलाकात
बन गई है किस्मत का फसाना |
अब आंधी, तूफान, बाढ़
से क्या ही घबराना |
खौंफ तो है उनसे दूर चले जाने का
के दूरी से बड़ा सैलाब क्या ही देगा ज़माना |-
Just last night, I had a moment of weakness.
And he became the voice,
I'm on the days of stillness.
Now I wonder if that's an extension of
what they call support is.
Or I'm stupidly in love with this man
everyone calls perfection is.-
You pick the pen to write a verse.
But go back in the memory lane of yours.
You smile once more as you relive that kiss.
The heart aches a little saying, oh please!
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you weren't.
Since it only took
rhyming of the lips,
pressing of the hips,
discovering little places,
where we go crazy in the crevices.
Oh, then you weren't a stranger anymore.
More like the eyes, I was longing for.-