Love And His History

She whispers, in silence

For those myriad of sacrifices

Made for him, to be with him

Memories of their lovely days

Flashes in her mind, enlightens

A few naked portraits of his smile

Conquered by a sacred heart’s will

Forever to dwell within their dreams

~

Sometimes, realities are harsher

To cope up with a symbol of rear

View figure of an imperial future

Where she wished for a wonderful life

Enriched with his love in fantasies

But the life ahead of her sparkling eyes

Says it all- that love is a mystery

That his love was her timely history.

~

There he is, all-alone

To think of his love

In unbearable pain

His only wish to live for her

And to rise for her

Even at the worst times

Without forgetting the least

About her- his life.

~

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Our Story

As the wind swifts away

From her, she draws a ray

Of sunshine to fall over him,

Cuddling the shadow’s rhyme,

For hiding beneath the crime,

A passionate art of succulent

Drops killing his perennial scent

~

Who am I?

Who is He?

Who’re We?

Words of mystery

Lying behind the story

Embolden them, later

Under the beam’s width

~

She’s his eerie glory,

An untainted missy,

Comes out from a sleek

And an agile wind’s glint

Following his shortest foot-step

Until he raises her up,

On her hips

~

His life

Her soul

Their bond

Unites them

Inside a mightily prison

And love’s their reason.

~

 Across the blue ocean

They see a lean,

Fervent charisma of light

Pouring down the brightest

Ray to fall over them,

Bind them, unite them

As the strongest image, anew.

~

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She. He

She lies. Over me

I see. Another me

She cries. Eyes fade

I smile. Kisses shade

She thinks. Time stops

I wink. Word gasps

She writes. Ink’s chow

I read. Rhyme’s flow

She loves. My Owl

I love. Her soul

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Kiss Her Lips

A night of kisses

Lacing my fingers

To run all around

Your waist, hair, and

Keep holding

Until our meeting

 ends up on the floor

From a sleepless night

To a passionate sight

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Not Anymore… : Part 1

Not Anymore...

She departs away

Mind fades on its way

Where am I?

Can’t I sing

nor do I ping

On her life, a melody

that overset my mood’s

moody face, everywhere..

as long as we’re

living for us to gather..

*to be continued

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