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Jayesh Sharma Feb 2019
Under the sheets of the twinkling stars..
When there's darkness all around..
A window with sheer curtains glows..
with a flickering warm light of a half melted candle..
In the dim light of which, I see the highlights of her silhouette..
Her skin glowing like silk..
her messy hair fall aside to reveal her mesmerising neck..
I look at her and run my finger over her skin,
and fall in love with her smile
while her twinkling eyes looking at me..
with the desire to be loved over and over again..
She's so close to me that I could feel her breath
and the pores of her skin look like those twinkling stars..
under which a window glows with a flickering warm light of a half melted candle..
Jayesh Sharma Feb 2019
The dawn has broken and there she sits..
by her window, cuddling a blanket in her arms..

Golden rays of sunshine kiss her tender skin..
smooth as the touch of a feather..
Like the petals in a Misty morning,
her wonderful lips appear..

It's not the last goodbye, I know..
but my heart doesn't want to go..
I know we will meet again,
but my heart..
just doesn't want to go..

With a hope to see me soon..
her eyes give me last glance..

And I close the door between us..
While she sits by her window,
cuddling a blanket in her arms..
Jayesh Sharma Feb 2019
A red lamp glows in the corner of the room..
The clock is ticking  and its time  to leave..
Her eyes are shut and breathing is innocent..
Like a sleeping child in a cradle, her lips smile soft,
with a streak of golden hair across her face.

I dont want to wake her up, she looks angelic..
I dont want to dissapear.. without kissing her goodbye..
I knew what I had to do.. I knew what was right ..

The golden streak of hair is in place now..
The lids open to reveal the glittering eyes
which look at me with a glowing smile on her lips..

The sound of the ticking clock fades away..
The time didn't freeze but it didn't matter anymore..
my arms wrapped around her, she goes back to sleep..
Like a child in a cradle...

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