debashish-chakraborti - Hello Poetry

“What’s the matter, baby ?” She asked me on that cold December day. I lay on the sofa, With a smile on my lips And tears in my eyes. “Nothing.” I lied into her ear. My body betrayed me. My smile had a warm sadness, And my tears had a dancing joy. And like she always did, She saw through me again. And I was glad she did. For what she told me next, I can never forget, “Its human, To feel this way once in a while, Baby. I remember the last time I felt this way, Was when you carried me home, In your arms. It was because, I have seen hills, Valleys And rivers, So many of them, But none of the roads that lead to them, Drive me like you do.” And gosh, The startling truth in those words, In your eyes, In the warmth of your body, Meant the birth Of poetry in me.

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Oct 3, 2014

Oct 3, 2014 at 4:31 AM UTC

She Dances Among the Stars #1

“What’s the matter, baby ?” She asked me on that cold December day. I lay on the sofa, With a smile on my lips And tears in my eyes. “Nothing.” I lied into her ear. My body betrayed me. My smile had a warm sadness, And my tears had a dancing joy. And like she always did, She saw through me again. And I was glad she did. For what she told me next, I can never forget, “Its human, To feel this way once in a while, Baby. I remember the last time I felt this way, Was when you carried me home, In your arms. It was because, I have seen hills, Valleys And rivers, So many of them, But none of the roads that lead to them, Drive me like you do.” And gosh, The startling truth in those words, In your eyes, In the warmth of your body, Meant the birth Of poetry in me.

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Her fragrance spills , onto the sheets. They leave little traces, in every little corner, every crevice of our small world. And as our fingers entwine, under the moonlit sky, I feel myself soaring up to kiss the stars. She composes tunes of my existence to the sound of her heart. She smelled of the universe. Warm, wild, chaotic, and broken. And every night, before I fall asleep to the sound of her heartbeat, I take in her fragrance. Reason being, I want to bury it in my lungs and scatter it every time I exhale.

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Aug 24, 2014

Aug 24, 2014 at 10:02 AM UTC

Fragrance.

Her fragrance spills , onto the sheets. They leave little traces, in every little corner, every crevice of our small world. And as our fingers entwine, under the moonlit sky, I feel myself soaring up to kiss the stars. She composes tunes of my existence to the sound of her heart. She smelled of the universe. Warm, wild, chaotic, and broken. And every night, before I fall asleep to the sound of her heartbeat, I take in her fragrance. Reason being, I want to bury it in my lungs and scatter it every time I exhale.

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The distances between You and I, my love, are essential. And I am truly sorry, for all the days, when I never told you, how much I love you. How much I love, the way you hair falls on your face. The way the sun plays with your eyes. The way your lips curl into that smile, when you say my name. And this very distance, makes us love each other, so much more. The rush of anticipation, of meeting each other, someday, somehow, fuels our fire. Makes us live, and give meaning to the word the universe calls “Hope” I admire your beauty, just like the world dotes on the beauty of the moon. See that, my darling? The distance , is the Beauty. People may call me a poet. But I just merely observe, what the universe has written; You.

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Aug 24, 2014

Aug 24, 2014 at 1:39 AM UTC

Distances

The distances between You and I, my love, are essential. And I am truly sorry, for all the days, when I never told you, how much I love you. How much I love, the way you hair falls on your face. The way the sun plays with your eyes. The way your lips curl into that smile, when you say my name. And this very distance, makes us love each other, so much more. The rush of anticipation, of meeting each other, someday, somehow, fuels our fire. Makes us live, and give meaning to the word the universe calls “Hope” I admire your beauty, just like the world dotes on the beauty of the moon. See that, my darling? The distance , is the Beauty. People may call me a poet. But I just merely observe, what the universe has written; You.

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Most of the times, I feel, that you and I, my darling, redefine our love on Saturday nights. Saturday nights, when the sound of our heartbeats mixes with the wine. When you swerve your hips, to the tunes on the old gramophone. When every streetlight seems like a shooting star. Passionate, wild, mad, in it's very essence. Chaotic, extraordinary and beautiful, define you, my love. You breathtakingly naked and beautiful soul, is the gateway to the Universe. Swooning and high off your fragrance, all I want to do is make love with you, till the yearning moon gives way to the jealous sun.

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Aug 24, 2014

Aug 24, 2014 at 1:31 AM UTC

Saturday.

Most of the times, I feel, that you and I, my darling, redefine our love on Saturday nights. Saturday nights, when the sound of our heartbeats mixes with the wine. When you swerve your hips, to the tunes on the old gramophone. When every streetlight seems like a shooting star. Passionate, wild, mad, in it's very essence. Chaotic, extraordinary and beautiful, define you, my love. You breathtakingly naked and beautiful soul, is the gateway to the Universe. Swooning and high off your fragrance, all I want to do is make love with you, till the yearning moon gives way to the jealous sun.

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