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Vishal Rai Apr 2020
I am not crazy for her smile
or that small elusive little dimple
Its her careless laughter that drives
me crazy and my intentions for her are as
simple.
I don't know why they look for perfection
in her when i love all her imperfections or when she
is being a total mess.
Her long pointed colored nails catch attention
of everyone but i love it when she bites them
in nervousness.
I find her cute and they call her hot
perhaps i love her for everything she is not.

I ain't a morning person, but i get up early just to
see her partially opened eyes and her messy hair.
I find myself redeemed by her presence and
the way she calms my world just by being there.
This is for most careless girl i have ever met
Vishal Rai Mar 2019
We all are dying from some our own type of addiction
and mine is you.
Vishal Rai Jan 2019
Not so different
yet so strange,
Not so old,
yet something new
this is not first time I'm getting those Butterflies,
this is not first time i look through the car window and smile while listening to my favourite music.
this feeling is familiar.
I've seen clouds converting into rain before
too.
I lie awake under sky ignoring the beautiful star constellations, lost in a name.
I've done all this before too, but I've never seen someone doing exactly as me.

this is not first time I'm in love but this time i am being loved too.
Vishal Rai Sep 2018
You may had cried
But i cried an ocean,
You may had felt bad,
But i gave everything i had.
You might had skipped
twice your meal.
But I had lost
my zeal.
You may had loved me
and miss
me someday.
But i still love you
Anyway.
Vishal Rai Sep 2018
I can be your gentle breeze,
I can be your worst storm.
I can be unpleasant sometimes,
But you gotta love me in every form.
Vishal Rai Sep 2018
I won't cry,
You might pity me.
I won't say a word,
I might tell the truth.
How badly i want to have
you,
How much i miss your
existence.
I won't try to keep you close,
I might prefer loving you
from distance.

©Nik_

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