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Blood has changed its shade it flows now, not red but with hue of depth of love defined by you! Sunset or rain isn't anymore same as my soul aches to walk beside you! Sleek of silk has lost its feel since our skin brushed now my palm craves to trace the perfect curve of you Whereon falls my wandering gaze unconsciously sculpts out your face staring, dreaming, admiring through fantasy wall, believing it's you Mirrors and shadows lie these days they show me full though incomplete in ways I'm without you And the reason behind holds a ground 'cause it's you I look for around as ceaselessly I'm in love with you!
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Nov 4, 2017
Nov 4, 2017 at 6:03 AM UTC
Oh You!
And here is my life taking a serious turn, Will leave me with the marks of cuts and burns Will you, Will you stand by my side? They said, never mind, certainly God will help And listen to your endless cries and painful yelp. But I need at this moment a soothing lap Which can give me the needed solace and serene nap Will God? Will God abide? That's why I was asking you to stand by my side. They said God cannot be everywhere and thus created mother And as a pillar to your life he gifted you a father. But they don't know there is something known as the age Which helps in almost nothing else putting you in a cage You cannot wet your eyes on your parents shoulder When they expect you to be brave and bolder. Will they? Will they sustain my swelling tide. That's why o' dear I was craving for your side. Before you be judgemental and term me selfish Lemme show you the other facet which you may cherish. Inside me are vast clouds of love that continuously hover Waiting for someone worthy enough to start their shower. They are divine for their sensation can liven the autumn bare And magical as they always ornate a rainbow rare. They are sensitive as pleasure make them roar. And revenge for others out of hatred result in downpour. Will you, Will you let the unfathomable love die inside? That's why, That's why I was wishing you'd get up and stand by my side.
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Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 4:03 PM UTC
STAND BY MY SIDE
You were wailing like a wounded puppy Your voice was craving for love and sympathy It appealed to my dormant magnanimity And thus for you I opened my heart’s door Least did I know you were an ugly ***** I stood beside you at your one call Your tantrums, your malice I bore ‘em all. To make you smile daily became my life’s goal But you were so thankless it shook me to the core I should have known earlier, you were an ugly ***** Though my knowledge about love was low Yet at times I wondered if you really know so much definitions of it and the metaphors bestowed then why did your breakup happen once before perhaps because he too knew, you were an ugly ***** What I thought was your love with glee Was actually an act of backstabbing me. You betrayed in the first chance given to thee Now I shall give you chances no more Because now I know that you are an ugly *****
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Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 12:19 PM UTC
BECAUSE YOU ARE AN UGLY *****
She was crying. So he approached to lessen the anguish, her life has notched He exchanged her tears with his cozy smile; to calm down her nerves at least for a while. The language of tears has always appealed him; as to the insects, the sundew's gleam. Innate was this nature of his to weep for the poor, for the women, for the children and for the downtrodden, to be sure. But with hollow chauvinism then, the men ruled the society. And accounted weeping as a sin resulting from inferiority. They disliked the boy and his uncommon ways to heal the sufferer, to their utter dismay. They called the boy and asked him to change his beliefs and ideology or to be ready to estrange. The boy couldn't understand how his actions have been outrageous in their view and thus sentenced as a sin. He stood against them and let the proposal decline. He advocated his logic to those ****** swine. But their ears were concealed to even the rumbling thunder. Intoxicated by masculinity they committed blunder. The men enraged and reached for their knives. They shouted, they cursed and skinned him alive.
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Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 3:50 PM UTC
A Sawed-off Tale